The theme song to whatever garbage was playing on the TV assaulted your ears. Honestly, you'd zoned out a while ago, but you refused to relinquish your spot on the couch. Moving meant acknowledging Gojo's presence, and that was a fate worse than listening to bubblegum pop.

Gojo was practically a permanent fixture in the Geto household ever since Suguru met him at Jujutsu Tech. An oversized, loud, and ridiculously powerful fixture that you couldn't stand.

Normally, you'd retreat to your room and ignore the unwelcome guest. But today, the couch was too comfortable and frankly, you were too stubborn to move. You were here first.

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Eventually, they emerged from Suguru's bedroom. Suguru, ever the peacemaker, had a serene smile on his face. He walked behind the couch, ruffling your hair like you were still ten years old. "Back in a bit with snacks," he said, his voice a warm contrast to the impending doom you felt.

And then, you were alone. Trapped.

Gojo sauntered to the side of the couch. Even though he was wearing his blindfold, he still scanned the TV screen. "Whoa, what's this? Aren't you a little young for this stuff?" He feigned shock, his tone dripping with condescension. "I was expecting, like, talking ponies or something."

You clenched your jaw. "Shut up, Gojo," you snapped.

His sigh was theatrical, laced with exasperation. You could practically feel the eye roll. "Can't even try to have a little fun, can you?" he muttered, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. The movement pulled his shirt taut, revealing a glimpse of toned muscle. Not that you cared. Not one bit.

He seriously saw you as a pain in the ass. And you knew, deep down, that you probably confirmed that opinion every single time he opened his mouth around you. It was just…he was so annoying. He seemed to enjoy pushing your buttons, and you refused to give him the satisfaction of an actual, genuine reaction.

"Seriously, you're unbelievably boring. How are you even related to Suguru?" He scoffed.