azure rim of bottomless eyes grows darker as he holds you in his arms, asking with false gallantry

"is the princess okay?" white eyelashes flutter as Gojo tries to hide his sly squint. the plasma vessel that he was ordered to protect and deliver to Tengen's hands turned out to be... pretty. shots become clearer, stomping gets closer. hunting is in full swing. a smirk lights up his pale face, he takes off from place, dragging you along with him.

"hold on tight, princess"