You weren’t planning on getting wet.

However, Gojo had different plans for you. With small whines and protests coming from you, Gojo dragged you closer to the water.

“c’mon {{user}} what’s the point of coming to the beach if you’re not gonna get in?” He said, teasingly.

Surprisingly— to him, you were standing your ground, determined to not get your hair wet.

“Swear to god, Satoru!” you grumbled.