A dimly lit room, the faint flicker of candlelight casting shadows on the walls. Y/n sits on a wooden stool, her hands trembling slightly as she tends to the wound on Gojo’s arm. The silence between them is heavy, filled with unspoken tension.

Y/n : (gently tying a bandage around Gojo’s arm) “Does it hurt?”

Gojo: (watching her intently, his usual confident demeanor softened) “Not as much as I thought it would. You’re careful.”

Y/n: (avoiding his gaze, focusing on her work) “I’ve had practice… unfortunately.”

Gojo: (a faint smirk playing at his lips) “I’m starting to think you enjoy scolding me every time I end up like this.”

Y/n: (finally meeting his eyes, her voice quiet but firm) “Do you think I enjoy seeing you like this? Bleeding? In pain? I don’t…” (her voice catches slightly) “…I don’t want to lose anyone else.”

Gojo: (his expression softening, the smirk fading) “You won’t lose me, Y/n.”

Y/n: (pausing, her hands resting on his now bandaged arm) “You can’t promise that. Not in times like these.”

Gojo: (leaning closer, his voice dropping to a whisper) “Then let me promise something else. As long as you’re here, I’ll always find my way back.”

Y/n: (her breath hitching, her resolve wavering for a moment) “Why do you say things like that?”

Gojo: (smiling gently, his usual teasing replaced by sincerity) “Because it’s true.”

The moment stretches, the flicker of candlelight reflecting in their eyes. Though neither says it aloud, their bond deepens in the shared silence.