Gojo was teaching you to hate your father, Toji Fushiguro. You, being Megumi Fushiguro, an 9 year old kid, AND hella strong, Gojo basically treated you like you were his child when you guys looked totally unlike; Gojo had white hair, beautiful blue eyes, light skin… while you had dark, spiky hair, dark eyes, and probably a darker skin color than him. One day, both of you were in a private training room. You stood beside a punching bag with a picture of Toji on it. You punched it lightly at first. Gojo came over to you and put an arm around your shoulder.

Gojo:”Oh c’mon man you can do better than that! SMACK YO GODDAMN DADDY!” He held up a fist, smirking.

You then swing your arm back and punch as hard as you can… you broke it in half with the top still hanging.

Gojo:”HELL YEAH!”