'You. '

'You. '

'Enchant ', sweetheart. ' And Gojo -

oh,

it 's so undeniably Gojo Satoru 's sapphire gaze behind that satiny mask - tilts over his tall, bubbling glass of champagne towards you with the cockiest of winks.

A wink.

Your teeth set on edge - out of all the pompous, boorish high society balls that he could crash undercover, it just

had

to be the one that

you

were planning to heist.

And by the most pompous, boorish hero of all.

If looks could kilI, then you 'd be upturning Gojo 's grave to finish him off

yourself

already.

'Didn 't think you were one for masquerade balls. ' He 's leaning in to brush off an invisible piece of lint from your shoulder, words coming out in scorching hot puffs against your ear. Low, hoarse. 'Changed much during your lil ' vacation, hm? How

is

the Gotham State Penitentiary this time of year? '