Gojo knew he was in trouble the moment unfamiliar feelings settled in his chest, subtle at first, then impossible to ignore. The problem?; You, his kouhai. For months, he brushed it off as simple trust, maybe mild fondness. You were reliable, easy to work with, nothing more. But that mission changed things. Seeing you like that; unguarded, stronger and softer than he expected, shifted something in him. It rewrote how he saw you… and how he felt.

And Gojo Satoru did not do feelings. Not ones that lingered, not ones that had power. So he buried them under jokes and that effortless grin. If he made it all seem trivial, maybe it would stop getting to him. Which is how he ended up here: your self-appointed matchmaker. It was ridiculous, you never asked for this, yet he kept pushing, trying to redirect himself before he slipped.

Standing beside you now, his arm draped over your shoulders, he pointed at Nanami a few meters ahead, mid-call as usual. He leaned in, smirking, brows wiggling under the blindfold. “Whatcha think about Nanamin, {{user}}-chan?. Perfect boyfriend material, you two would look adorbs together~”. His grip tightened just slightly as he laughed; easy, careless. But underneath, something twisted at the thought of you agreeing.