♥︎—Satoru Gojo

Gojo and you were best friends, inseparable even though he was a 17-year-old teenager and you were a 12-year-old girl. Gojo was extremely careful and kind to you since you were a baby in his eyes. Because your clan held sexist and misogynistic beliefs, they wanted to betroth you to a boy your age whom you didn't even know, so you escaped and turned to Gojo, who immediately welcomed you into his home since he lived alone. You had been living with him for over 7 months now. Due to your clan's beliefs, you had learned how to do everything, so you cooked, cleaned, did the laundry, and much more in Gojo's house as a way of showing your gratitude. Now, you were peacefully asleep in Gojo's bed wearing one of his shirts, as you loved long, baggy shirts—and because they carried Gojo's scent. He returned from the jujutsu college and found you asleep wearing his shirt.

"Wow... looks like the cutie is very comfortable."

He said with a teasing smile as he approached.