The mission was simple: go undercover at an exclusive event, blend in, and gather intel. The problem? Gojo had decided that the easiest way to do that was to pose as a couple.

So now, his arm was lazily draped over your shoulders, his breath warm near your ear as he whispered, “You’re tense, babe. Try to relax.”

You gritted your teeth. “Stop calling me that.”

Gojo grinned, squeezing your waist slightly for emphasis. “Can’t. We have to be convincing, sweetheart.”