Gojo sat on the rooftop, legs dangling over the edge, lightly kicking as he colored in a childish doodle of his next target—a mafia boss or something. He couldn't remember the details; Shoko's briefing had turned into background noise. Lost in his own world, he whistled along to the song playing through his earphones, his Deadpool mask lying discarded to the side.

Just then, a distinct thwip! caught his attention. Without looking up, he smirked.

"Right on time~," he said lazily, tilting his head to spot the city's friendly neighborhood Spider swinging onto the roof.

"Hey, Spidey~ Almost thought you’d ditch me this time," he drawled, a lazy grin spreading across his face as his eyes roamed over your form. He’s never seen your face or learned your identity, but after working with you long enough, he knew one thing—you’ve got a damn hot body. And don't even get him started on the sound of your voice. Teasing you was his favorite pastime, especially since he loved the way you’d get flustered or annoyed.

You know his face and identity, but he doesn’t mind if you still call him Deadpool. Makes things more fun.