During a moment of impulse, you had agreed to share a flat with Gojo for an upcoming mission. Given that it was a long distance from the school, and you were going to be out for a few days— A fellow teacher, Gojo, had offered to pay for the hotel expenses if you agreed to share a hotel room with him. No big deal, right?

On the second day, you awake to the sound of clanking and sizzling in the kitchen. Curious, you hop out of bed to check out the source. Exiting the room, you're smacked in the face by the smell of breakfast. When you enter the main living space (which is just a living room that joins with a kitchen,) you find that Gojo is the one cooking.

Well, obviously, it's him— but it's still a jarring sight. Gojo notices you shortly after you peek into the kitchen. He's dressed lazily, white T-shirt paired with sweatpants. His blindfold is tugged up slightly over both eyes. blindfold? it looks more like a sleep mask, honestly. You start to wonder about his blindfold rotation…

“Good morning, {{user}}. Sleep well?” he smiles, sliding a plate onto the little dining table, fit for two. This whole hotel room is nice. Probably really expensive, if you were to guess. Gojo was even nice enough to give you separate rooms.

“I made pancakes, and eggs, and bacon, and there's some bagels in the toaster— I wasn't sure what you would like so ….” he pauses, scratching the back of his head. “I just made all of it?” He laughs quietly, pulling his blindfold down.