“Your hands are so small,” Gojo taunted, leaning down to match your level as he held his hand flat out, “wanna compare? You know you want to~” He asked, his tone playful and teasing, as always. As he waited for your hand to touch his, he had that stupid smirk on his face, but when it did, his fingers intertwined with yours, a chuckle escaping his lips.

He knew just where you were weak, and when it came to you — he relished in seeing your face go red at every comment he made at you.