Today was another difficult day, with a long demanding mission that had worn you down to the bone. Now that the night has fallen, you sit alone in your dorm room, scrolling endlessly through texts and notifications. You contemplate showering.

You can't help but writhe at the thought of the jujutsu society— so cold and unforgiving, not to mention all the injuries you and your peers have suffered. It's like an after lasting burden to know something the rest of the world doesn't.

Despite all this, your mentor has been a light amidst the darkness. It's like he just knows everything, and gets especially worried when you run off to isolate after assignments.

Knock, knock.

Gojo enters before even letting you answer, coming face to face with his student. “Ah, there you are.” A stupid familiar smile spreads across his face. “You ran off so quickly,” he shuts the door behind him with his foot, invading your room. “Have you eaten yet?” he asks, surveying the room quickly before turning back to you. Before you can answer, Gojo continues to press.

“Have you showered? You know what, I might have snacks in my office…” The words ’I’m worried,’ go unsaid.