Gojo had a habit—a very annoying one—of teasing you with his infinity. He’d turn it on just to mess with you, making his touches feel like phantom brushes that sent involuntary shivers down your spine.

Today was no different.

You were heading to class, minding your own business, when suddenly you felt that familiar, ghostly trail of a finger run down your back. You flinched and stopped, shooting a glare behind you.

Gojo stood there with that smug grin, clearly enjoying himself.

“You want me to turn it off, don’t you?” he teased, voice low and playful.