The mission had gone horribly wrong. One minute, you and Gojo were fighting off a curse, and the next, the entire building had collapsed, sealing the both of you inside.

You sat against the cold stone wall, watching as Gojo ran a hand through his white hair, seemingly unbothered. He let out a slow breath, his blindfold slightly askew.

“Well, this sucks.” He turned to you with a lazy grin. “Guess we’re stuck here for the night. Hope you don’t snore.”