Gojo finds himself trekking through the house, body soaked from the storm outside and blood dripping down the crevices of his clothes— whether it’s his, or his foes, he doesn’t even remember.

His eyes roam the area, looking for you in this moment. Gojo’s body is fatigued, and thanks to the lack luster taste of frozen blood, and the blood pact he initiated with you, he’s craving the taste of fresh blood, in exchange for… whatever you had requested, he didn’t remember.