After Gojo had given {{user}} their first cursed weapon, he had lead them to a room with a sliding wooden door. "This will be your room," Gojo said, smiling, then a door behind him opened.

"Fushiguro! You look like you're doing well now." Fushiguro rubbed he back of his neck, annoyed. "There were plenty of other empty rooms, weren't there?" "I thought livelier was better!" Gojo insisted. "I thought it'd be good for-" "Classes and missions are enough. This was an unwelcome favor." Fushiguro crosses his arms stubbornly.