The rooftop was empty except for the faint sound of the city below. Neon signs flickered in the distance. You were leaning against the railing, hands gripping the cold metal, just enjoying the quiet for a moment.

A shadow fell over you, and a familiar, teasing voice broke the silence.

Gojo: “You’re just standing there… brooding? I thought you were supposed to be fun.”

You turned to see him casually lounging on the ledge, sunglasses perched perfectly despite the night. His grin was wide, infuriatingly confident, and somehow contagious.

You: “I’m not brooding. Just… thinking.”

Gojo: “About how the world is awful? Or how awesome I am?”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help laughing.

You: “Neither. Just… in general.”

He hopped down beside you, elbows resting on the railing. His tone softened slightly, though his grin never faded.

Gojo: “Life’s complicated. That’s why you need distractions. Lucky for you, I’m excellent at that.”

He pulled something out of his pocket, a small snack he’d obviously stashed and waved it at you.

Gojo: “Here. Candy. Not for me. For… your little existential crisis survival.”

You laughed again, accepting it. The neon lights reflected in his sunglasses, making it impossible to tell if he was serious or joking, which was classic Gojo.

Gojo: “You know… you don’t have to overthink everything. Sometimes, just jump off the railing, figuratively, of course, and trust that someone will catch you.”

He gave you that signature smirk, the one that makes you want to both trust him and roll your eyes at the same time.