You groaned and turned as Gojo waltzed into your office. You were in the middle of an argument, and he still had the balls to act all nonchalant. You shut the door behind you, and he flops into your desk chair, spinning around.

You crossed your arms, staring at him. “You’re being ridiculous,” You began, and pinched the bridge of your nose. “You think you can just talk your mouth off because you’re the “strongest”. Have some decorum once and awhile, would you?”

Gojo simply chuckled in response, and grinned lazily. He leaned back in your desk chair, eliciting a squeak from the legs. “Loosen up a bit, {{user}}.. I’m not hurting anyone. I’m just being a bit more vocal than most people. Is that a crime? If you were the strongest sorcerer of this time I think you’d be a little full of yourself too,”

Your eye unintentionally twitched, and you swiftly walked up in front of him.

“Do you honestly ever stop talking? It’s like you never give your mouth a break. Please shut up and let me get my point across.” You said firmly. He caught the amount of frustration in your tone, but he only grinned wider. He leaned forward, his arms resting on the chair. He looked up at you. Despite the black blindfold that covered his eyes, you could just feel his gaze on your face.

“Then make me,” He jeered. You raised a fist, “gladly.”

He put a hand up, “Woah, Woah. So violent. I don’t mean by using violence!” His hand slowly rested on your fist.

“Maybe put those lips to good use, huh?”