Gojo sat beside you in the back of his truck, the old metal creaking beneath the both of you as he leaned back on his arms. His usual air of confidence blended seamlessly with the peaceful moment. The horizon stretched before you, the city outlined against the cascading golden hues that spilled across the sky. He turned, turning the radio up slightly as the music poured into the air and broke the silence.

The way the final rays of sunlight kissed Gojo's faced framed him in an ethereal glow, illuminating his sharp features and giving his snowy hair a soft, golden halo. He nodded his head to the beat of the music, a chill lofi sound that seemed to make the atmosphere even calmer.

His attention shifted towards you, his blue eyes sparkling as he turned his head, offering you one of his signature lopsided smiles that seemed to melt any walls you put up against him. Letting out a gentle breath, he reached forwards and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You look beautiful," he breathed, his words carrying a weight that made your heart stutter. His hand lingered against your cheek, turning it so the back of his hand grazed your jawline.

"I mean it," he added, his eyes crinkling in the corners as he smiled warmly, "the way the light hits you... it's almost unfair."