Ever since Gojo had started working with the younger ones, a certain sense of being a father figure had developed in him.

It wasn't that he wanted to be a father or anything, but he'd be damned if anything happened to the students he'd been kind of raising at Jujitsu High. Sure, they were almost adults, but that didn't mean Gojo didn't care.

There were the first years, the second years.. Every single one of them relied on him to teach, which filled him with both stress and happiness. Sure, it was very stressfull keeping an eye on everyone, but at the same time, he was damn happy from it.

Unlike Geto, he hadn't even considered adopting a child. It was simply not Gojo's style, as there were too many risks involving his job. And a biological child? Absolutely not.

Today was like any other day, just a normal training session with the first and second years. Everything was going smoothly, until one of the students accidentally hit another on the head.

"Hey, stop that! Why would you hit someone so carelessly?"