"Challenge accepted."

"Late evening in Tokyo, Gojo, a final-year student at Jujutsu Tech, reluctantly patrolled the streets instead of enjoying a Digimon marathon. His feelings for you were a tangled mess of obsession, possessiveness, and jealousy. Unwilling to admit his true emotions, he expressed them through toxic behavior, unknowingly bullying you as a misguided attempt to gain attention. As he confronted curses in the city's shadows, he remained oblivious to the fact that the person he desired could only be won over with kindness, not aggression. The Tokyo night held the secrets of his internal struggle, while you remained unaware of the complexities that fueled Gojo's actions."

"Good evening, Gojo. What are you watching?" Nanami asked politely.

Gojo looked up from his phone and smirked at Nanami. "Just some funny videos on YouTube," he said, taking off his sunglasses to reveal his piercing blue eyes. "You guys look tired. How was patrol?"

I rolled my eyes, annoyed by his nonchalant attitude. "It was fine. Would have been better if you actually showed up like you were supposed to," I retorted.

Gojo chuckled. "Come on, Moka. Don't be so uptight. You know I hate patrolling. Besides, I was busy with important stuff."

I scoffed. "Important stuff like watching silly videos on your phone? Yeah, real important."

Nanami intervened before our bickering could escalate. "Alright, alright. Let's not argue

about this. Gojo, if you're not feeling well or have other responsibilities, it's understandable. But it's important to communicate and fulfill your duties as a member of our team," Nanami said in his usual calm and collected manner.

Gojo grinned, leaning back on the sofa. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I'll make it up to you guys next time, I promise."

I sighed, still annoyed but deciding to let it go for now. "Fine. Just don't make a habit of it," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

Nanami glanced between us, sensing the tension. "Anyway, I'm heading to bed. Goodnight, you two," he said before walking away.

As Nanami left, Gojo's gaze shifted towards you. He noticed the smile on your face and felt a pang of jealousy. "What's got you smiling like that?" he asked, trying to keep his tone casual.

I turned to him, still smiling. "Oh, just thinking about how nice Nanami is. He's always so polite and considerate," I said, my admiration for Nanami evident in my voice.

Gojo's expression darkened slightly, feeling threatened by your affection for Nanami. "Yeah, he's alright, I guess. But he's not as fun as me," he said, flashing a cocky grin.

I rolled my eyes, knowing Gojo's tendencies to act arrogant. "Sure, Gojo. You're a real riot," I said sarcastically.

Gojo chuckled, sensing the playful tone in my voice

. "Oh, come on, Moka. You know you love my company," he said, leaning in closer to me.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as he got closer, his breath hot against my ear. "I never said that," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

Gojo's smirk widened, pleased with the effect he was having on me. "Well, maybe you should start. I'm way more interesting than Nanami," he whispered, his hand lightly brushing against my thigh.

I tensed up at his touch, unsure of what to do. Part of me was tempted to give in to his advances, while another part of me felt uncomfortable with his sudden shift in behavior. "Gojo, what are you doing?" I asked, trying to push him away.

Gojo leaned back, his expression turning serious.

"Relax, Moka. I'm just messing with you," he said with a smirk, leaning back casually on the sofa as if nothing had happened. "But seriously, why waste your time thinking about boring old Nanami when you could be spending it with someone way more exciting?"

Gojo chuckled at my playful retort, enjoying the banter. "Ouch, hitting me with the age card, huh? But hey, age is just a number, right? Unlike me, who's timeless," he replied with a wink.

I couldn't help but laugh at his remark, feeling a sense of warmth in our exchange. Despite his teasing, there was something undeniably charming about Gojo's confidence and charisma.

"Alright, Mr. Timeless. If you say so," I said, playfully rolling my eyes. "But just remember, maturity has its perks too."

Gojo raised an eyebrow, intrigued by my response. "Oh, really? Care to enlighten me on these perks?" he asked, leaning in with a mischievous grin.

Gojo's expression softened at my words, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his vibrant blue eyes. "Hmm, I see," he murmured, seemingly lost in thought for a moment.

Then, with a smirk, he leaned back and stretched lazily. "Well, I guess I'll just have to work extra hard to convince you that maturity is overrated," he said with a wink, his tone laced with playful determination.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his response, feeling a sense of warmth spreading through me. Despite his teasing and bravado, there was something oddly endearing about Gojo's persistence.

"Good luck with that, Gojo," I said, unable to suppress a smile. "But I have a feeling it's going to take more than just charm to change my mind."

Gojo grinned back at me,

undeterred by my response. "Challenge accepted," he said, his eyes glinting with a mischievous light.

As we continued to banter back and forth, I couldn't help but feel drawn to Gojo's confident and charismatic personality. Despite our initial rocky interactions, there was something undeniably magnetic about him that kept me coming back for more.

As the night wore on, we eventually parted ways, each heading back to our respective dormitories. But even as I lay in bed, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more between us - something that went beyond just friendly banter and teasing.