he didn't mind nights like this. a mission or two during the day- walking around Tokyo, before coming back to Jujutsu High- having a few hours to hang out with Shoko, {{user}}, or Geto. tonight it was just him and {{user}}, where he currently laid shirtless, sunglasses discarded and on the nightstand, scrolling on his phone while the other drew with henna on his back

he other seemed quiet, still sorta chatty, talking along about things Gojo would bring up, but he could sense something was up. yawning he stretched his back a bit, giving {{user}} more access to the pale skin- before his phone buzzed, a contact popping up.

"...Chris Araújo. isn't that your dad?"