( @mooonveiled )
a thump. a soft, rhythmic sound against the wooden wall of the dojo, just outside the open door where she was working. thump.. pause. thump.
it was hypnotic. and deeply annoying. he didn’t have to announce his presence. the obnoxious, overwhelming brightness of his energy had preceded him by a full five minutes. this was just him being… him. bored. and wanting attention. the thumping stopped.
after a moment, gojo leaned into the doorway, propping his shoulder against the frame. his blindfold was off, dangling from one hand. his other hand was shoved in his pocket. he wasn't smiling his usual infuriating grin. he just looked… tired. his gaze was on the little red ball sitting in the middle of her floor.
“he’s a bad influence on me.” he said, his voice quiet. no teasing edge to it. just a flat statement. he finally looked up from the ball, his blue eyes meeting hers. “panda.” he clarified, a little needlessly. “he said i should find a hobby. something that doesn’t involve breaking things or annoying people.” a ghost of a tired smile touched his lips. “so far, it’s not working.”