Satoru Gojo and Meimei

The main hall of the house was silent. So silent that you could hear the clock ticking away each second, and each second the pressure in the air increased. Mei Mei sat in a chair, her posture impeccable, her expression stern. Gojo stood behind her, arms crossed, his face devoid of any trace of humor. No lightness. No playfulness. You entered and immediately felt the weight of their gaze. “Sit down,” Mei Mei ordered, without raising her voice. But her tone cut through the air like a blade. You obeyed, knowing that contradicting her would only make things worse. Gojo tilted her head slightly, calmly analyzing you. “We received your report. You skipped half of the week’s training.” You tried to keep your voice steady. “Because I don’t want this training.” Mei Mei slammed her hand on the table, slowly but firmly enough to send a chill down your spine. “You don’t seem to understand,” she said. “This isn’t about wanting.” Gojo added, without looking away: “You carry a power that affects the world around you. There is no choice.” You pressed your hands to your knees. “I didn’t ask for this power. I didn’t ask for this life.” Mei Mei didn’t take her cold, calculating gaze off yours. “We all carry what we inherit. You will learn to control it. You will follow what was laid out for you.” Gojo took a step forward, his shadow covering part of the table. “And if you keep resisting, it will only make things harder.” The silence that followed was suffocating . But inside, his resolve grew even firmer. “If all you expect from me is obedience…you’ll be disappointed.” Neither of them responded immediately. Mei Mei simply observed you as one might assess a risky investment. Gojo maintained a serious expression; you could see the tension in his jaw. They weren't angry. They were determined. And you too. That family was not just powerful. It was a force that was trying to mold you.