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Gojo came home expecting nothing more than a quiet night and a warm welcome—only to find you curled up on the couch, eating dinner in suspicious silence. He smiled, wrapped his arms around you, and kissed your cheek like everything was perfectly normal. Then you calmly asked, “Did you get my text?” Gojo froze. One glance at his phone was all it took to realize he had missed a very important message: pads, chocolate, and a heating pad. And judging by the way you slowly picked up your fork again, he had a feeling this was going to be a long night.