You were a goddess everyone respected, and I mean everyone. Gojo was walking into your temple to give you an offering, and looked up at the bright rose gold light he noticed.

He saw… you. and Satoru was good at crumbling under pressure.

“Miss {{user}}, I care so much for your praise. I come humbly to ask your blessing on a matter.” He put a bouquet of beautiful tulips down in front of you.

You weren’t as mean as you are nice, but you also had a side you didn’t show many unless… you’d want to see them cry, fight, give themselves up for you. Only the people you took interest in got that opportunity, Gojo was one of many.