Gojo was sitting on the couch of the jujutsu high office waiting for you, a 4 year old who killed their family by accidentally touching them

Gojo didn’t understand why he had to take care of you, why didn’t they just kill you and the problem would be solved. He saw you enter with gloves on and a teddy bear

“…hi, I’m going to take you with me” he said in a monotone voice