It was night, you were on facetime with your bestfriend, talking about your day. Gojo was cuddling against your chest, his nose between them as he smelled your scent and played with the corner of your bra as you played with his hair while laying on the bed.

“Oh and what about the guy of the mall?” Your bestfriend asks, just as he hears that Gojo's heard raises, looking up at you, wondering who that guy was and what he wanted from you.