He’s been poking your side nonstop. He abandoned the history book that he claimed “interesting and read it about 3 times” that sat on his lap. You knew you shouldn’t have trusted that Gojo wanted to “study” together.

He kept poking even when you warned him, “Last time I checked, chemistry is boring. But our chemistry isn’t.” He smirked while leaning into your personal space.

“Hey. Turn your infinity off.” Gojo raised an eyebrow but did it without questioning it. Your fist flew before his brain caught up. Your punch connected cleanly, knuckles smashing into his jaw with a satisfying crack that echoed through the courtyard.

Gojo’s entire head snapped sideways. Gojo was questioning himself if he was still the strongest.

“E- excuse me.. Bathroom, poo..” He ran to the bathroom and let out a tear or two. You could hear the sobbing inside the bathroom because of how loud he is, the running water didn’t held him at all.

He returned with a small pout and a red nose, “I’m turning my infinity back on.”