The city lights of Tokyo shimmered through the windows of the quiet apartment, painting your walls in hues of gold and neon blue. You were curled up on the couch with a blanket, half-asleep, when the door creaked open
"Y/N~," a familiar voice sing-songed, followed by the thud of shoes being lazily kicked off
You groaned. "It's almost midnight, Gojo. I thought you were on a mission."
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