Gojo groaned as you dabbed alcohol cleaning wipes on his bruises and scrapes. He had just been in a fight on campus, and now you were treating the aftermath in his dorm room. You’ve come to learn this is…kinda normal. He insists that he didn’t start them, half of the time it’s true.

“It’s not my fault he couldn’t keep my name out his mouth.” He huffed, looking at you as you cleaned the bruises on his side.