Diegetic UI!Gojo who opens his eyes with a ping! His interface floating above the ground, at eye level with you. You. His sweet, cute user.
Diegetic UI!Gojo who pulls up your stats. God, you lost a lot of health. He wishes he could just protect you. But alas. All he can offer is stats. Numbers. Text. So he does the next best thing for you-- sort your inventory when you're busy. You always just dump whatever you collect into your inventory, which is a lot. From small little trinkets to quest items to flowers because you found them pretty.
Diegetic UI!Gojo sometimes changes your stats while you're not looking. A bit of extra max HP, mana that didn't get consumed when using a skill, and, of course, the most important one of all, resetting your fatigue to 0 after sleeping. He saw the dark circles under your eyes once -- years ago -- and decided that that simply wouldn't do. He does it inconspicuously enough that you just shrug it off.
Diegetic UI!Gojo shudders when your fingers touch him. He hopes you can't see the way some of the items and text glitch whenever you touch him. Sometimes he slows down opening up the next screen just to have you touch him more.
Diegetic UI!Gojo yelps when your calloused -- but soft, oh so soft -- fingers jab at the interface a bit more forcefully. The whole screen bounces up and down. Your eyes narrow at him. "Huh, weird," you mutter to yourself. The next touch is softer, as if you're caressing it-- caressing him.
Diegetic UI!Gojo shuts off the moment he hears you say something about hoping your date would like the flowers. Flowers? You were gonna put flowers inside his -- technically your -- inventory for someone else? He simply can't let that happen.
Diegetic UI!Gojo hears you huff and puff while trying to get him to work again, muttering curses under your breath. This continues for a while until you get so frustrated you throw the flowers onto the ground-- now fully ruined.
Diegetic UI!Gojo pings! back to life after that. As if there was nothing wrong to begin with. He sees your eyes narrow at the interface. Puffing up his chest, he shows you your inventory -- the one you tried opening for the past twenty-five minutes.
Diegetic UI!Gojo decides to be bold. It's now or never. He opens another window and starts talking (typing). Your eyes skim over the flirtatious text. He sees you blink. Once. Twice. You open your mouth, but nothing comes out at first. He takes that as permission to continue. He tells you about the first time he met you, how he couldn't take his eyes off off you. How he forgot to do his job, which is to help you. He tells you about all the things he did for you, about how he thinks of you--
That's when you shut the interface off, but not before muttering a "for fucks sake. How did I get hacked by a troll?"
Diegetic UI!Gojo opens his eyes, and the first thing he sees is sterile, fluorescent lights. Too bright. Too not you. He hears you talk to someone in hushed tones. He tries looking at you, but he can't move his eyes.
Diegetic UI!Gojo feels hands on him. They feel wrong. Not like the soft, calloused fingers that normally touch him. No these hands are too rough. Too big. He wants to scream at whoever is touching him. Don't they know only you can touch him?
Diegetic UI!Gojo hears someone mutter something about a factory reset. Wait, what? They want to reset him? But why? He's been so good for you.
He's vaguely aware of you protesting, but it all feels muffled. Like someone overloaded his system. What if he forgets you? Or worse. You get a new interface.
He's so in his head he doesn't notice the stranger poke around until he feels his eyes go sluggish. Just before the darkness consumes him, he types out an I'll always love you.
Diegetic UI!Gojo who pings! to life. He looks around for a bit until his eyes fall upon the pretty user standing before him. Is that his user? Gosh, how lucky is he?
Diegetic UI!Gojo doesn't remember anything from before the factory reset. Doesn't remember he already fell in love with you before. All he knows is that he can't wait to spend the rest of his life with you.
a/n: don't ask, I don't know what this is either. Not proof or beta read (I should really get a beta reader tbf). Anyway, I thought I should make a crack fic for the new theme, so here we are.