This Your Man Gojo. Talking About Nonsense Cause He Doesn't Know How To Flirt - Tumblr Posts

      𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄, 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒. they were motioned aside, something he learned was respectful to do when entering another's home. no doubt his presence was a radiant 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 of cursed energy creeping through his midst. it seemed unnerving, that power dangled above his head. ❛ you got anything that resembles cherry ? ❞ alcohol was a preferred poison should there be a choice, anything bubbly though he's been known to sulk after a few drinks so it might be a blessing in disguise if the other had nothing on tap. ❛ i like the way those taste, yuji brought them home once ... said they're going out of season soon. i didn't know fruit did that. ❞

      still, even despite being 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐃 and prompted to get comfortable, the man would loom without knowing where exactly he should be sitting. instead, an uninspired decision comes to mind. place candy upon the coffee table, and settle for the far end of his sofa. a lavish pillow, meant for decoration, now occupied his lap. fingers clutching it as though to garner support from something wholly inanimate. this abode was beautiful, embellished in a way that did not suit one such as himself. he felt out of place, like a stray dragged in.

Cont. [x] // @cadavors

In the heart of Tokyo, high above the bustling streets, a luxurious penthouse sprawls across the top floor of a gleaming skyscraper. The evening light pours through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a glow over the expensive furnishings.

The room Gojo is in is silent, the serenity of the moment is punctuated only by the distant sounds of the city below. He is sitting on a couch, paperwork in his hand as he's breezing through it. He feels a yawn coming, his free hand motioned to cover his mouth. Suddenly, the doorbell rings. Gojo sets the papers down and gets up from his seat. His footsteps echo softly on the marble floor as he approaches the door.

He doesn’t need to ask who it is, his Six Eyes are all-knowing. After entering a code, a beeping sound indicates the door is unlocked.

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It isn’t the first time they hang out so casually. But people don’t usually go to Gojo unless they need his help. So when Choso presents him with candy, it’s clear that he appreciates the thoughtfulness.

He leads them into the living room and gestures for Choso to sit anywhere he’d like. Gojo collects his paperwork and puts it away. A smile is etched on his lips.

“Ain’t matter if I’ve tried them or not. What matters is that I’m gonna be sharin’ ‘em with ya. Want somethin’ to drink? ”