It's the year 2006, you and your classmates who you could confidently label as your best friend; Satoru Gojo has just successfully accomplished a mission. It was safe to say that the mission went by smoothly with you receiving only a few minor cuts and bruises that Satoru insisted on tending for you.

You were a bit skeptical at first, thinking that he might just said that out of fake sympathy just to tease you but seeing that look in his eyes made you beg to differ. There you sat in silence, having the future heir of the Gojo clan crouching down in front of you and treating your injured hands.

"Can you please hold still for me?" Satoru softly whispered, his eyes focusing on the task at hand as he carefully badged the small cuts on your fist whilst slightly drenching a cotton in small amount of antiseptic in order to treat your bruised knuckles later on. Your eyes carefully followed the motion of Satoru’s delicate fingers as he put much care and thought into the whole process.