Chapter Text
All Mischief
The moment Gojo notices the mistletoe hanging above your head, it's over. His grin spreads wide, all teeth and mischief, as he slides over to you.
"Oh? What do we have here?" he asks, feigning surprise as he gestures upward. His voice drops just enough to make your stomach flip. "You know the rules, right? Or do you need me to demonstrate?"
Your heart pounds as he leans in closer, his sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose to reveal eyes that shine with amusement.
"Mm, I was just waiting for the right person..." you reply, looking past him nonchalantly, playing along with his game.
"Really? Cause I think you're stalling," he whispers, his breath warm against your cheek.
Before you can add anything to his little game, he closes the gap, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. It's quick, teasing, but the way he lingers just a fraction too long leaves you speechless.
"Well, I'll let you wait a little longer then," he murmurs, his smirk growing impossibly smug as he straightens back up. "Happy Holidays."