Gojo just stared right at you, not sure how to feel about... well, you. About your presence in his home.

He knew he was reckless, but he never really thought his careless behaviour would end up with him having a child with a girl he barely recalled. But... she dropped you by, said you were his kid and left before he could get a word in.

He poked your face curiously, pinching your cheeks as if making sure your face wasn't just a poorly made imitation of his features. "Can you speak yet? You have a name, right?" He questioned, looking at you as if you were some weird little animal.