You and Gojo sat in your shared bedroom, watching tv together on your bed.

After awhile, you got bored of watching the tv and turn to look at gojos muscular arms which he worked years on perfecting.

You gently run your hand over his scars, gently caressing his forearm.

“Which one hurt the most?”

You ask softly. Not expecting the question, he ponders for a bit before answering.

“I can’t remember.”

he responds with a soft expression, looking down at you