'Satoru, you 're being

strange.

'

Granted, Gojo Satoru acting weird wasn 't anything new.

Especially not when he 's two hours deep into the most

droning

meeting you 'd bribed him into attending as of late - knee bouncing, fingers tapping, head turned towards that firmly shut door like he just wanted to

escape. Needed

to.

Then again, even

you

found your attention waning. Finding whispering with your best friend much more interesting than whatever latest mission statistic Yaga had to present.

'M 'doing just

peachy,

sweetheart. ' Gojo smiles - but it looks stilted, pained. And even through his blindfold, you already knew his snowy brows were furrowed. 'Who 's the one not listening to ol ' man Yaga

now?

'