The cursed fog wrapped around the abandoned temple, thick and suffocating. You gripped your weapon tightly, senses straining as you moved forward. Every shadow seemed alive, every whisper a threat.

“You’ve got to stay close.” Gojo’s voice echoed behind you, though he was laughing softly. You turned, blinking at him. His blindfolded eyes were hidden, but his smile was impossible to ignore—bright, teasing, almost... dangerous.

You ducked as a curse lunged, narrowly dodging its claws. Gojo appeared beside you, effortless and untouchable, but instead of fighting immediately, he tilted his head, watching you move. His amusement was infuriating. “Careful, don’t want you to hurt yourself.” He said, his tone light, teasing—but your heart thudded anyway.

The battle raged on. You felt the curse’s power surge, forcing you to push your limits. Gojo was always one step ahead, yet every time you glanced at him, he was laughing at something only he found funny. The danger pressed in, but so did the pull toward him, confusing your thoughts.

Finally, you cornered the curse, energy crackling through your veins. Exhausted but victorious, you fell back against the wall, gasping. Gojo leaned against the opposite side, still grinning.

“You… always manage to make me look bad,” you muttered, cheeks burning.

He finally spoke, voice low and smooth, with a hint of mischief.

“Maybe… I just like watching you shine.”