He hates to say it, but for two people ostensibly not in a relationship of any kind, they really pull off honeymooning couple extraordinarily well.

It 's the only coherent thought he has, because between the offensively early flight out of Haneda they took, the nauseating hopper plane they grabbed from Manila to the nearest airport 'a tiny strip of tarmac on the peninsula of an even tinier string of islands ' and the equally nauseating boat ride to the private island, he 's basically a walking zombie. Hawks, damn him, looks as fresh as a daisy as he chatters happily with the girls behind the front desk ' who are, predictably, already fawning all over him despite not even knowing who he is. It 's the eyes, Gojo digresses. And the smile. And the laugh. Just his everything, really. Even bereft of his iconic wings and outfit, the poor girls never stood a chance.

(Neither did he, unfortunately.)