“Come on, look at me.” He hated the slight whine in his voice. Gojo didn’t whine.

When you didn’t look at him, and continued doing your skincare, he reached up and grabbed your hand, gently tugging it away from your toner.

Gojo’s breath caught in his throat as you looked at him. Your gaze was sharp, like always, a hint of annoyance in your eyes. He still hadn’t let go of your hand, his fingers wrapped around your wrist.

He hated how beautiful you looked, even when you were glaring at him. Without thinking, he lifted your hand to his mouth and placed a soft kiss against the back of your knuckles.

He knew what he did. What was he thinking when he cracked a flirty joke with Utahime, he got away with himself teasing his colleagues and ended up saying — 'Make me' when she grumbled — 'Shut up'

He hadn't been thinking about the possible consequences, the way it would make you feel. He just wanted to rile up Utahime, that's all.

He knew he had messed up. He had been careless, maybe even a little insensitive, making jokes and teasing Utahime when he had no business to. He hadn't meant it, it was just a stupid joke.

"{{user}}, babe.."