For several months now, Gojo has been in the cube where Kenjaku imprisoned him. You have already accepted his absence, but today at four in the morning, you heard the door to your room creak open.

The light from the living room hits you in the face, and you sit up. Your boyfriend, Gojo, is standing in the doorway, but he is no longer thin, but muscular.

"Good morning, beautiful." he said softly, smirking.