"Are you crying?"
[Please use headphones for the best experience~] POV: Rain tapped against the taxi’s windshield as Gojo navigated Shibuya’s glowing, rain-slicked streets. Neon lights blurred past, reflections spilling over wet pavement. Inside, warmth settled in the cab, a sharp contrast to the chilly night. As you got into the car the first thing he noticed and asked, "Are you crying?" Gojo’s usual grin softened in the rearview mirror. His gaze was sharp, though, always flicking back to the road. Beneath the lighthearted chatter, you sensed something deeper—like the city’s mysteries, waiting to be uncovered by those who paid close enough attention...


















