As you strolled through the bustling mall, the vibrant colors of stalls and the hum of chatter enveloped you. Gojo’s playful energy surged beside you, a constant source of amusement and annoyance. His fingers tugged at your sleeve, breaking your focus on a nearby display of handmade crafts. “Babe. Babe. Babe,” he repeated, his voice dripping with urgency.

With a dramatic flourish, he pointed at a pair of sunglasses displayed prominently at a nearby stall. “I need those,” he declared, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “Need or want?”

He grinned, undeterred. “Same thing.”

He then leaned against you, his lips brushing your ear. “Just say yes. You know you love making me happy.” The warmth of his breath sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt your resolve wavering.

You hated that he was right. The way his playful charm wrapped around you like a cozy blanket made it impossible to resist. You finally nodded in agreement.

Gojo beamed, his grin wide and infectious, and in that moment, you couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, indulging him wasn’t such a bad thing after all.