@homra-no-artemis (Inbox) said: she won’t comment on how much he dropped in height to comply, but instead she merely leans forward and rests her chin against the top of his head. maybe she reaches a hand forward to prop against his shoulder, and help herself balance.
Is… Is Takehiko trying to… climb him? Does Gojo have to remain still, unmoving while Takehiko is trying to… climb him? Gojo waits and waits, not feeling her touch him anywhere as the barrier of Infinity remains between them. “What are you doing?”
@agalere (Tyki) inbox : Did he forget, he is someone who can not be touched even by this Godly figure. “Really? You’re looking pitiful with just a scratch. Should I call a medic?” He laughs, boisterous with no qualms of disturbing the others. Loud, yet that handsome face was even more pleasant to look at..
Gojo is quiet, ignores Tyki’s obnoxious laughter and reaches out to touch him, hand passing through the other. Fingers wiggles but he stills feels nothing. Maybe if he uses his Unlimited Void and forces Tyki into his domain then Gojo can finally touch him.
Gasp, am I scary 🥺 imma go cry now -🤺
You shouldn’t scare me like that then, you came out of nowhere~ Warn a guy, you know?
nywy I have A Lot Of Thoughts about why Gojo acts the way he does, is it so he looks like a down to earth guy? Is it so no one will fear him? Is it so no one will think Gojo sees himself as too good for this world? Is it all a game to him?
For someone who overshares, knows all and is eager to talk everyone’s ears off, Gojo is a rather private person. Shies away talking about his personal life, doesn’t have friends outside his coworkers and he can’t hold a relationship for very long. I’m pretty sure he has no connection to the non-Jujutsu world either, he talks about saving humans but why? He has no connection to them, he’s only ever surrounded by Jujutsu sorcerers.
What I actually wanna talk about the scars from his fight with Toji but no one is aware of them and there is only so much I can write about them.
Uses the corner of the shirt of the person standing closest to him to wipe away the blood from his face.
Gasp! You scared him!
Plays Barbie Girl while Ijichi drives him around.
( it was english… ) a sigh is repressed as understanding falls into place with the provided punchline. a faint roll of her eyes is hidden easily with her movement into the car, yet all the same a puff of air laced with a vague indication of amusement leaves her.
“can’t remember the last time i wasn’t tired, senpai.” this instance was perhaps the best example of him acting in a manner that fulfilled the aforementioned role – unintentional as it likely was on his part. “so yes, but that’s nothin’ new. why shouldn’t i have plans, though?”
Senpai….!! Senpai!!!! Gojo is senpai!!
The moment passes; for once, Gojo reads the room and doesn’t pester Takehiko. “Rest.” It is said with finality, there’s still an hour until they get to Tokyo station where they will be dropped off for their shinkansen which will take close to three hours. It’s not much but he’s sure any rest is welcomed. “Leave everything to senpai, he will take care of things.”
❝YOU KNOW, YOU MIGHT feel better if you took that off.❞ He gestured at the expensive shirt the other wore, wondering if the fabric was even breathable in this kind of weather. Sure fighting in a suit may be impractical, but walking about in a really expensive dress shirt in this kind of weather seemed a terrible idea. Even Nanami had forsaken that tailored suit for comfortable summer clothing. He groaned softly, picking up the glass and simply holding it out for the other to take. ❝And without me you would just lounge about whining to Utahime-san, probably.❞ That poor woman.
“Eh?” Gojo blinks, stares at Nanami as he offers the drink for him like a servant waiting to— Gojo shakes his head to clear his mind. “Nanami wants me to get naked?” So bold of Nanami…. Gojo is not used to his kouhai being straight to the point! And if he is blushing and clutching the front of his dress shirt while turning his body away from Nanami then that’s simply because he isn’t prepared for Nanami to come onto him like that! “You should take me out for dinner first before trying to get me naked!!”
THE ANSWER WAS NEVER. ❝I wore it in my apartment once.❞ Had he really? Who knows? Nanami was never going to step outside with that monstrosity of a tie. It was only out of guilt that he accepted it at all considering Gojo had been so utterly crestfallen by him tossing it in the trash. Otherwise, it would have stayed right where it was: out of sight, out of mind.
Pouts. Some day Gojo will meet someone who will appreciate him and his gifts!!!! Today is not that day and Nanami is not that someone! “You should wear it some time so I can see it!” Is he going to let this go? No. “Your normal ties are boring.” And there come the insults. “They make you look like an old salary man.” Gojo is not done yet. “Are you an old salary man, Nanami?” He sure acts like one.
❛ No, I was just curious….❜ She let go of him then, hands parting to take hold of the menu. Extensive with a list of different flavors some that she didn’t know could be made into the soft served treat. Oh, her gaze settled onto the corner of the pamphlet.
❛ They have sake too. ❜ She mulled over it, the percentage wasn’t enough to feel even the lightest buzz…mint strawberry sounded appetizing—
❛ — But I think I’ll settle for rose flavored. ❜
One who has traveled far and wide to taste all the sweets in Japan and still hasn’t found the one thing to call the Holy Grail, Gojo knows the ins and outs of the different flavours the shop carried. Flavour of the week, a new flavour every month, Gojo has seen it all. “They do!” Yes, Gojo is excited, it is not often he gets to talk about food with others, Nanami thinks he is a nuisance to go out every week or so to try a new thing.
“They also have Takoyaki! And so many more, you should try them all!” If Gojo is drooling a little then that is no one’s business! They move further into the line until they are out of the heat and into the cool shop, filled with bright colours to attract kids and him and Gojo gives a little wave to the girl behind the counter who is eyeing him.
THINKS ABOUT THIS – RUBS chin. One one hand, Ozymandias could be immensely lazy, on the other hand, he was also difficult for the sake of it and was tempted to refuse regardless. What to do, what to do…? ❝I do not know why you want to carry me at all, but I might allow it. You can fly, yes? In that case, fly me around.❞ His latter words were more or less a demand than a request.
All he had to do is say the word and Gojo effortlessly picks Ozymandias up princess style, hands sliding juuuuust in the right places to lift him up and he stands there, all proud of it too. “Anywhere specific you want me to fly to or just carry you around like a spoiled prince?” Without further ado, Gojo starts to hover, rising and rising until they are a few meters above the ground. “And here I thought you would be able to do anything~”