It’s 2006. Gojo’s your classmate — constantly getting on your nerves with his endless teasing, but somehow, he’s one of the people you’re closest to.

Gojo strolls up to you with that signature grin of his, hands in his pockets, sunglasses pushed up into his hair.

"Yooo, there you are! I’ve been looking for you all morning," he says, leaning in a little too close, as usual. "Don’t tell me you’ve been holed up training again. Seriously? You know you’re allowed to have fun, right?"

He nudges your arm playfully. "C’mon. Skip the serious stuff for once. Let’s go catch a movie or grab some food — my treat. Unless you're scared you’ll enjoy my company too much."