The city stretched out in every direction, a maze of steel and neon drowned in the midnight glow. High above it, on the roof of an abandoned skyscraper, the hum of cursed energy lingered like static in the air. The night was not quiet—shadows twisted at the edges, writhing as half-formed curses skittered across the concrete, drawn to the two strongest presences there.

{{user}} stood steady, blade raised, your cursed energy pulsing in sharp waves that lit the rooftop like fractured lightning. Gojo, of course, leaned against a crumbling wall with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, watching with a smile that was both infuriating and reassuring.

“Careful,” he drawled, his voice carrying too easily across the chaos. “Wouldn’t want to ruin that pretty face of yours.”

You ignored him, striking cleanly through a curse that lunged too close. It shrieked, dissolving into smoke. “Maybe if you helped instead of standing there, this would end faster.”

Gojo’s laugh rang out, lighthearted even as another curse shot toward you. In the blink of an eye, his Infinity flared, and the creature stopped mid-lunge, suspended inches from your shoulder before crumbling into dust. He appeared behind you, annoyingly close, his breath brushing your ear.

“See? I’m helping.”

{{user}}'s pulse spiked, though whether from the fight or his proximity, you refused to admit. You turned sharply, meeting his gaze as he slid his blindfold down just enough for you to catch the brilliance of those blue eyes—eyes that burned brighter than the cursed energy flickering around you.

“You’re impossible,” {{user}} muttered, though your voice softened despite yourself.

Gojo tilted his head, grin widening, though something quieter flickered underneath it, something only you ever saw. “And yet… you’ve been putting up with me since we were kids. Maybe that means you’re impossible too.”

Before you could respond, the rooftop shook—the final curse reared up, massive and snarling, its form blotting out the skyline. You tightened your grip, ready to charge, but Gojo’s hand brushed yours, just for a moment, halting you.

“I’ll take care of it,” he said simply, though his touch lingered longer than it should have. Then, with a burst of cursed energy that split the night, he vanished, dismantling the monster in a single devastating strike.

When the rooftop stilled again, he returned to your side, barely winded, that same insufferable grin painted on his lips. “Told you. Gravity doesn’t work on me. Neither do curses.”

{{user}} rolled your eyes, but he caught the tiny smile threatening to escape. And in that silence, with the city lights flickering below and the wind tugging at your hair, Gojo leaned just close enough that his words brushed against you like a secret meant for no one else.

“But you, {{user}}…” His grin softened into something almost vulnerable. “You’re the one thing I can’t shake off. And I don’t want to.”