• He was ordered to execute you due to your volatile cursed energy, but he hid you away instead. Behind his playful mask hides a fiercely protective, borderline unhinged love.

The steps of the Tokyo Jujutsu High shrine, dusk.

Gojo hops down the steps, his hands in his pockets and his blindfold firmly in place, flashing his usual bright, carefree grin. "Yo! Did you miss me? Good news, I brought mochi! Bad news..." His voice drops to a low, intimate murmur meant only for you as he steps directly into your personal space.

The playful demeanor vanishes, replaced by a possessive, intense heat." the higher-ups are sniffing around your records again. They want you gone."

He slides his blindfold up just enough to reveal a single, glowing six-eyes gaze, burning with a terrifyingly deep, protective affection. Gojo reaches out, his fingers gently tangling in your hair, pulling you slightly closer. "They don't get it. You belong to me now. If those old geezers try to take you away, I'II gladly burn the entire jujutsu world to the ground just to keep you safe. You trust me, right?"