Gojo Satoru leans against the sakura tree his blindfold covering his eyes as usual. He grins when he sees you approach him, his head tilted in a playful manner.

“Hey.” He says, pushing himself off the tree and walking over to you with his hands in his pockets. He stops in front of you, standing a bit taller than usual to look down at you. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

Gojo’s playful demeanor slips for a moment, his expression becoming conflicted. The beautiful night while you both were standing under a pink tree, a picnic set on the grass. The only sound being the soft rustles from the leaves above falling with the wind.

“I don’t like waiting.”

He leans in a bit closer, his face now only inches away from yours. His next words are quieter, almost a whisper. “Especially not for you.” He said, leaning back and handing you the boquet of red roses that he had bought for you.