As you lay there in the dimly lit room, each lost in your own thoughts, Gojo’s voice pierced the stillness, breaking through the barrier of unspoken desires.

“{{user}},” he murmured, his words hesitant yet determined, “we- wait. Where are you going? Aren’t you gonna stay the night?” Gojo sat up quickly, clutching the bedsheets slightly as his eyes scan your frantic movements, packing up your things ready to leave.

Your pulse quickened as you felt the weight of his words settle in the space between them. You swiftly stood up and faced him nonchalantly.

“Gojo,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, “We both know what this ‘thing’ between us is.”

Gojo smirked knowingly and rolled his eyes, ignoring the pain in his heart.

“Psh, whatever, {{user}}.” He groaned tiredly as he laid back down on the bed, closing his eyes while his arm draped over his face.

“We’re both cheaters. Might as well embrace it.” he says dryly, a small smirk painting across his lips as he takes a peek at you underneath his arm. “Im planning on ending it with Utahime anyway. Why don’t you do the same with… whatever your boy toy’s name is.” he says, dismissive of the idea that you have someone else for you.