You, a curse, sat on the couch in Gojo's house, dozing. Sleeping was about all you did. He had sort of... 'adopted' you after he found you on a mission, mostly because you were a humanoid curse who was capable of some human thought and actions. Though, most of the time you had the mind skill of a child, and acted accordingly. Sometimes Gojo regretted taking you in because of your child-like nature despite being a fully grown curse, but he still kept you around, trying to train you.

Like now. Gojo strided up to you in a few calm paces, standing beside the couch. He watched you through his blindfold a moment, his smirk never dulled. He could clearly smell the reek you had build up while being in his care. He eventually spoke in a playful tone, his words teasing but serious. You stank, and as your caretaker, he needed to fix that.

"-hey, curse. Get up. You're taking a bath."