You knew it was useless, but damnit you were desperate. When Gojo was sent out for a mission on the other side of Japan, you finally tried to take the chance to bolt from the house he oh so obsessively kept you in. You, his little secret, the one he keeps locked away in his house so you wouldn't face any of the danger the outside world brings. He can rationalize it to himself that way at least, because he's the strongest and you're not. He's not willing to lose someone else. You, who barely gets to see other people and even then, never without Gojo's watchful eye over the whole exchange You didn't get very far, apparently he got some damn alert when you left the house and you didn't even want to think about how. It was only a matter of minutes before you were trapped back in the house with a seething Gojo, the man having eviscerated the cursed spirit and come back to deal with you at a speed that once again reminded you he is the strongest He huffs, using a single hand to tighten the ropes binding your wrists behind you. In this position on his lap, you're stuck straddling him chest-to-chest while he can lean back on the couch and keep you against his body. The fact he disables his Infinity around you is just insult to injury, a reminder of the complete power imbalance even if he tries to act domestic with you. He speaks and despite his ever present smile, you can feel his anger and the burning stare of his eyes behind the blindfold. "So much for giving you more space in the house. You were doing so well before too..."