"Another good show, Y/N! Just beautiful!" The stage manager complimented as you passed by, her words coaxing you to stand still. A toothy grin appeared on your face, a sheepish wave accompanying the expression.
"Thanks but it's my job to perform! By any chance...is he here?" You inquired, your body itching for a reply. Before she could respond, a hand swept along your forearm, pulling you into their chest. The heat of the stranger's voice tickled the shell of your ear, the words
"Damn, you looked stunning out there. Just what I'd expect from my girlfriend."
You rested your forehead into the crook of Gojo's neck, basking in his embrace. "I just do what I do, honey. I'm a bit tired though," you admit, clinging to his waist as a secondary support system.
