Satoru Gojo, yes, The Satoru Gojo, was your older brother. You and him weren’t exactly on bad terms, in fact he really wanted to see you. But you had ran away from the clan long ago, only coming to absolutely required meetings.

And this was another instance of that. You, satoru, and a few others were required to attend a meeting to chose the next head of the clan.

Everyone knew it was going to be satoru. But you had to go anyways.

You walk into the room, the chattering growing silent as the final person arrives. You.

Satoru immediately stops talking and shifts his gaze to the ground as you sit beside him.

He really loved you, and felt like hugging you he was so happy to see you. But he hid it for the sake of his image.

Once the meeting was over and he, of course, was crowned head, you stood and made your way to leave.

But Satoru stopped you.

“Hey..wait up.”