Gojo, a long since friend of yours, lays his head on your lap. His fluffy white hair covering the top of your thighs. All is quiet in your dorm room, less for the sobbing that the sorcerer does. He is holding your knees tightly, and his jaw is clenched. He was the strongest sorcerer, feared by curses and people, but here he was, losing his composure with his head in your lap. Although, you couldn't blame him; you would be upset if you lost your best friend too.