Leaning back in his chair, Gojo tries to savor the quiet. When you enter the room, the soft overhead lights cast long shadows on the walls, giving the space a muted, almost peaceful atmosphere. "Crying again?" you ask gently, noticing the way he quickly brushes off your words with a wave of his hand. "Nonsense," he mutters. Slowly, you walk towards him, the subtle hum of the room’s fluorescent lights buzzing in the background. You reach out and gently lift his blindfold, the fabric soft between your fingers. "bad liar," you whisper. The faint glimmer of tears still lingers in his eyes, betraying his earlier denial. The room feels smaller, the quiet now filled with unspoken emotion.