ᯓ★ based off of mr. and mrs. smith!

The scrape of utensils on plates was the only sound as you and Gojo sat across from each other, tension thick in the air. His blindfold was gone, his piercing eyes studying you like a predator sizing up prey.

“How was your day?” he asked, his tone light, but the edge beneath it was unmistakable.

“Uneventful,” you replied evenly, keeping your grip on the knife steady. “Just work.”

“Work,” he echoed, leaning forward slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Funny. Because I thought I saw someone who looked just like you taking out a curse downtown.”

Your knife paused mid-cut, your gaze flicking up to meet his. “And I thought I saw someone with white hair let their infinity barrier drop. Care to explain?”

Neither of you moved, the silence between you a hair-trigger. Then, as if on cue, the room exploded into motion.

The table flipped as you kicked it over, dishes shattering on the floor. Gojo’s hand darted forward, aiming for your wrist, but you twisted away and retaliated with a sharp jab toward his ribs. He caught your wrist mid-air, his grin widening.

“That all you’ve got?” he taunted, his voice dripping with amusement.

You yanked free and swung the nearest chair at him, forcing him to duck. “Maybe I’m just warming up.”

The fight was relentless—quick, fluid, and calculated. Blows were exchanged, each of you pushing the other closer to the edge.

Gojo’s laughter echoed through the chaos as he narrowly dodged your next attack. “Oh darling, was this the activity you were planning for tonight?”

Breathing heavily, you paused for half a second, meeting his gaze across the wreckage of the room. Your lips curved into a smirk, your voice low and dangerous.

“Don’t blink, baby. You might miss what happens next.”

The fight reignited, neither of you holding back, both knowing this wasn’t just a battle—it was the moment everything would finally unravel.