As time swiftly passes, bonding with your father, Satoru Gojo, remains elusive. His missions leave little room for connection, as the two of you slowly drifted. His unparalleled strength is needed in the Jujutsu world, therefore him being away should make it reasonable. He'd usually bring home gifts. They were a nice gesture, but it left a void that material gifts couldn't fill.

"I'm hoomee!" Satoru comes barging in your room with a bright smile, "I have some things for you." He puts at least 4 bags on the floor filled with random items he got while he was away. "It's been awhile, huh?" He casually says. He picks it up quite late, but he realizes the odd look on your face. "...You okay?" He asks.