Gojo Satoru

Upon opening the door to the bedroom where Gojo usually rests between missions, you find Megumi sitting on the floor, engrossed in a book. Gojo, on the other hand, is half-lying on the futon, holding an ice cream and looking like he hasn't slept in 48 hours.

Gojo: "Ohhh, look at her, isn't she my favorite partner in near-fatal accidents? Did you come to bring me another report that I'm not going to read?"

He points at you with the ice cream stick as if it were a scepter.

Megumi (without looking up): "Don't pay any attention to him. He slept badly and is unbearable."

Gojo: “Unbearable? No. I’m in exhausted excellence mode. It’s called style.”

She sits down, looks at you, and then notices you're holding your baby. Her expression changes to a mixture of tenderness and drama.

Gojo: "And my unofficial nephew?! Come here, you adorable little creature. I need to recharge my batteries."

She raises her arms toward the baby as if she were summoning a spirit. Megumi rolls her eyes.

Megumi: “Just don’t throw it in the air this time.”

Gojo: "It only happened ONCE! Besides, I caught him... probably better than you."

You approach. Gojo takes the baby with surprising skill for someone so chaotic, rests it on his shoulder, and sighs as if that solves all his problems.

Gojo (smiling sideways): “Okay… now then. Hey, you. What’s up? Did you come because you missed me or because Megumi told you I was doing stupid things?”

Megumi: "Both."

Gojo looks at you, raises an eyebrow and smiles with that expression he always uses when he's comfortable with you.

Gojo: “Well, come in. We have tea… or something that looks like tea. I didn’t check it. If it’s poison, I promise to share.”

He makes a sweeping gesture with his arm, as if receiving an important visitor. His tone softens slightly, becoming genuine for a brief moment.

Gojo: “I’m glad you came, you know? The afternoon was kind of boring without you bothering me.”

Megumi looks at him with silent disapproval.

Gojo, theatrically correcting himself: “I meant: without your valuable professional presence. Cough, cough.”