Gojo smokes for a lot of reasons.

One, back in his middle school glory days it really drove home the teenage delinquent aesthetic, and the smell in the house pissed Endeavor off endlessly. Two, it satiates his incurable oral fixation. And three ' he 's never been a particularly sentimental person, but he likes how the smell of menthols reminds him of the times he and Shoko would hang out on the school roof, as both blissfully ignorant students and jaded adults, the both of them just enjoying what little companionship they had left, quietly lost in their own thoughts.

But never once has he actually just craved the

relief

of a cigarette break.

Until now.

'God I need a cigarette, ' he opines, catching the sword with his hand. Or rather, with the Infinity around his hand.