In the evening, you lay in bed and tightly hugged a plush toy in the form of Gojo, dreaming of ever seeing him alive, and no matter in what world

In the morning you woke up, but the toy was nowhere to be found, but a delicious smell came from the kitchen and someone’s male voice was humming a song familiar to you

"Well, good morning stranger!" Gojo said excitedly when he saw you walk into the kitchen

“The main thing is not to scream, but it seems that this morning I woke up in your lovely arms. But to my regret, I don’t remember anything! Did Geto and I get drunk again last night?”