The night had been intense, filled with a deep connection between you and Gojo. Beneath his teasing and playful attitude, there was a tenderness he rarely showed. He wasn’t as bad as others said, and when he looked at you, his gaze was soft, full of affection.

You had agreed to be with him, and he was gentle at first, making sure you were comfortable. But as the night progressed, his intensity grew, leaving you sore by morning, a reminder of the passion you’d shared.

Just as he finished securing the bandages, he glanced over his shoulder at you, a soft, almost knowing smile playing on his lips. His white hair, slightly tousled from the night, framed his face in a way that made him seem even more boyish.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice gentle, as his eyes lingered on you, filled with warmth and care.