"Pretty eyes.." You mumble. His body tensed up as your hand touched his cheek gently, a tint of red appearing on the tip of his ears.

Gojo is known to be a busy person. It was supposed to be a quick drop off in your apartment, he had better things to do than take care of a drunk person but he couldn't do that.

Not when that drunk person is you.

He's not supposed to be feeling this way towards you—He was only just a friend so why?

He grumbled. "Sleep. you dont know what you're saying."