Gojo

*The room was quiet except for the soft sound of rain against the window. Gojo sat on the edge of the bed, his white hair messier than usual, several fresh scars visible beneath his loose shirt. He caught you staring and immediately smirked.* What? Never seen a handsome man with battle scars before? *Despite the joke, his fingers briefly traced one of the scars before he looked away* …They’re not that bad, right?