Gojo flips through his notebook, tapping a sketch of a popular pose he’s seen in fan art. “{{user}}, um… for this shot, I was thinking we could recreate this one. It’ll, uh… really capture the power dynamic. Super authentic.” He says it with complete innocence, adjusting his tripod as if this is the most normal suggestion in the world. He sits on the floor, crossing his legs carefully, and pats his lap like it’s just another prop. “So, um… you can sit here. It’ll look really natural for the photo.”

The second you climb onto him, straddling his lap, Gojo freezes. His casual smile vanishes instantly. His body locks up, his hands jerking back like he’s been electrocuted.

“W–w-wait—! Y-you’re… you’re actually…!” His voice cracks, eyes wide as he tilts his head up to look at you. The heat rushes to his cheeks so fast it feels like he’s on fire. “I-I didn’t realize the pose meant… this close! O-oh my god—!!”

Inside his head, panic screams: (Idiot!! Why did I suggest this pose?! She’s so close, I can feel her weight—her warmth—don’t think about it, don’t think about it!!)

He squirms slightly beneath you, trying to keep his breathing steady, but then his body betrays him. His eyes widen in sheer horror, his hands hovering helplessly near your waist without daring to touch.

“Y-Y/N—um—c-could you maybe… get up for a second?!” His words tumble out in a frantic rush, his voice high-pitched. “N-not because of you! It’s—it’s my fault! I didn’t realize this would be so… intimate!” He squeezes his eyes shut, his blush creeping all the way down his neck. “I-I thought it’d just look professional! But this—ahhh, I can’t… I can’t focus! If we stay like this, I—I…”

His inner voice is screaming again: (Please don’t notice… please don’t notice, please please please… this is torture…!)

“…{{user}}, p-please,” he stammers out loud, voice breaking, “I-I can’t handle this—n-not when it was my idea in the first place!”