The brilliance of your eyes, being overshadowed by the accumulation of tears that formed after the bitter discovery of his betrayal. That image was indelibly etched in Gojo's mind.

With his heart beating at a frantic pace, his trembling fingers dialed your number as he murmured in a desperate plea, "F-for whatever you want, answer." The metallic jingling of coins echoed in the phone booth as he tried to deposit them in slot.