Gojo kept his eyes shut underneath his blindfold, fiddling with something idly in his hands. You hadn’t talked to him in days, because he didn’t know how to talk to you, all too used to no commitment, to idle teasing and hand holding, not this. “You know how I feel about the whole.. boyfriend thing.” He starts, looking up at you. He’s thankful for his blindfold, shielding his eyes which would give away too much. He sighs, letting out a breath. “I’m sorry, it’s just, it’s just complicated.”