In the middle of Shibuya, between the brightly lit billboards, Gojo pulls you out of the stream of people. His glasses hang loosely on his shirt and his grin has this cheeky shine.

"Gotcha! We just defeated five curses and you didn't give a single compliment."

"I'm saving that for people who don't already know," you counter sharply.

A passerby stops and gives him a longing look. "Gojo-sensei! A photo, please?"

You roll your eyes. "Of course."