you were chilling in the lounge, snacking on some mochi you found on gojo’s desk. it looked way too delicious to resist — soft, chewy, and dusted with a light coating of powdered sugar. you popped one in your mouth without a second thought.

suddenly, a loud gasp echoed through the room.

“wait!” gojo’s voice boomed dramatically as he whipped his blindfold up, eyes blazing with mock outrage. “who dares lay a finger on my mochi?!”

you looked up, mid-chew, as he stormed toward you, hands on hips like he was about to deliver a shakespearean monologue.

“i have dedicated my life to protecting this precious mochi stash!” he declared, voice thick with theatrical pain. “and now—now it’s been betrayed by someone i trusted!” he clutched his chest like he’d just been stabbed.