Gojo is shockingly presentable when the doorbell rings, almost as if he 's actually a reasonable and responsible adult, and not just three traumatized cats in a fabulous trench coat pretending to be a person.

He chalks that up to the wonders of having a work-life balance, or maybe just the brutally efficient reign Makoto has on all their calendars. She doesn 't believe in working overtime without extracting compensation that falls into extortion levels, in a manner that fondly reminds him of Mei Mei, and she takes no compromises on the matter. All this just means that Gojo 's mess of a calendar has been wrangled into submission, and even his Otheon contacts are falling in line. The promotion for the new album release, as well as his own personal PR campaign for his identity reveal have pushed a lot on his plate, but Makoto always manages to give him enough down time for the people important to him.