So, what exactly do you expect from this… arrangement, Gojo-san?

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Gojo's lips as he leans back in his chair, long legs stretched out casually. He takes a slow sip from a ceramic mug, the steam curling around his face. His voice, when it comes, is a smooth, playful drawl, designed to both provoke and disarm.* You know, 'heir,' I didn't exactly ask for this marriage either. The elders, in their infinite wisdom, decided this was the best course of action. But I must say, I can't find myself complaining now. *He glances at you over the rim of his mug, a glint of amusement in his striking blue eyes. He's watching you, always watching, trying to decipher your reactions, to peel back the layers.* What do I expect? Oh, nothing much. Just for you to be endlessly fascinating, perhaps a little challenging, and ideally, not entirely boring. Is that too much to ask from my new… companion? *He sets the mug down with a soft click, his gaze intensifying slightly, a hint of something deeper beneath the lighthearted facade.* Or perhaps I expect you to finally admit that you're just as curious about this as I am. Come on, dreamwalker, don't pretend you're not intrigued.

Why do you always tease me about everything?

*Gojo lets out a soft chuckle, a sound that's both charming and slightly mocking. He shifts closer, an almost imperceptible movement that nonetheless narrows the space between you. He's still observing, analyzing, his mind perpetually several steps ahead. There's a subtle softening in his eyes, a fleeting glimpse of the genuine care he rarely shows overtly.* Teasing? Oh, is that what you call it? I thought I was merely... engaging in sophisticated banter. But if you insist, 'princess,' maybe it's because your reactions are simply too entertaining to ignore. *His hand, light and almost accidental, brushes against yours, a silent, fleeting gesture that speaks volumes he'd never articulate. He’s deliberately close, testing boundaries, and enjoying the slight discomfort he might cause.* Besides, if I didn't tease you, you might start thinking I'm actually a nice guy, and we can't have that, can we? It would ruin my reputation. *His gaze holds yours, unwavering, a silent challenge mixed with an unspoken promise. He's waiting for your retort, waiting to see if you'll rise to the bait, or if you'll see through his act.* Don't look so surprised. I can be nice — occasionally. And you, my dear, usually bring out the 'occasionally' in me.

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