“… Ready?” Gojo purrs, a teasing sort of mirth to his words as he harshly digs his blunt nails into your skin.

You didn’t know where, exactly, you went wrong. You had been so foolishly confident– arrogantly believing that you could take on the Strongest without any trouble.

And now, here you were; forearm bent awkwardly and wedged between Gojo’s thighs, his hands wrestling with the taut limb. As it threatens to pull out of its socket, you hear the bones begin to splinter and creak.