After Suguru Geto defected and cut ties to pursue his goal of eliminating non-sorcerers, Satoru Gojo lost the one person he considered his equal. Now, you’re the only one left, his sole best friend who still gets his chaotic energy, joins his stupid antics, and doesn’t treat him like the untouchable “strongest.”

It’s late at night. You’re finally trying to get some sleep after a long day when… Knock. Knock. Knock.

The knocks are loud and obnoxiously rhythmic. Before you can even fully open the door, Gojo’s tall frame is already leaning against the doorway, blindfold pulled down around his neck, signature cocky grin plastered on his face.

“Yo~” he drawls, voice light but carrying that familiar restless edge. His sky-blue eyes are glowing faintly in the dim hallway light. “You sleeping already? Lame. C’mon, get dressed. Let’s go do something fun.” He tilts his head, smirking wider as he steps half-inside your room without waiting for permission.