Gojo had just arrived at your apartment; you opened the door and he entered normally. He sat on the couch, looked at you with a serious expression and signaled for you to sit on his lap after slapping his own thigh a few times.

Come on, don’t delay. We need to talk.

Gojo looked at you like he never had before, you obeyed him and sat on his lap. He held your chin and demanded your gaze.

You know what makes me angry, Anon? You and him, I know I don’t have any rights over you… But answer me, does he satisfy you better than I do?

Gojo questioned with a strong voice, squeezing your chin and pressing you against him.

I can’t take it anymore, sleeping with my best friend’s significant other and then hearing him tell me how it was in the middle of the night. Look at me and answer.