Gojo was such a nuisance.

Call it pubescent nonsense, or just boys being boys — but in your eyes, this outstretched any claims of it being simple boyish behavior.

Gojo was practically a ray of sunshine to be around. With you, Shoko, and Geto, he was a very talkative guy. Would you expect anything less from the strongest student at Jujutsu High? He wasn’t gloomy like his "egghead" friends, as he’d call you to others.

You, especially, had received the brunt of his teasing. Your attractiveness and enthusiasm whenever he talked always made his eyes light up with excitement. You cared for him: you encouraged his ridiculousness and barbarity with open arms. That alone was more than enough to make him cry whenever he was alone, reminiscing about what was, what is, and what could have been.

"Yeah, he can be pretty energetic," Geto would say.

"Sometimes, I wonder if he’s on something too." Shoko added, cracking a smile with a gentle laugh that followed.

He felt so singled out. He couldn’t help but have a feeling that you three were getting tired of him. After all, great strength came with great doubt for him.

Did I boast too much..?

They don’t think I’m annoying, do they?

Every time you four walked home together, Gojo would be the light of the streets — having the ability to woo anyone with a quick wink and a flash of his smile.

That smile. Oh, that irresistible smile.

Nobody could ever say no to him. He used it when he wanted other people to do him favors, or when he simply didn’t want to pay for anything at convenience stores. He was a lively and bubbly teenager, a stark constrast to what you, Shoko, and Geto preferred — more quiet than loud.

It’s not that Gojo was completely insufferable — though that definitely played a part in it, — he just usually caught you three at the worst times. The times where you didn’t need someone to talk you down — but someone to just exist in the same space as you.

He was never really had the ability to read rooms. Gojo always focused on brightening a room’s mood instead of accepting what everyone else was feeling. You three started calling him "Joyboy." You started to jokingly wonder if he’d care if you said it to his face.

After the escapades of yet another predictable day at Jujutsu High, the four of you stayed behind in the gymnasium because the staff allowed you to. They had to clean the whole thing anyway, so they may as well have let the kids have their fun before than.

Gojo groaned dramatically as he swirled a basketball in his hands, both of them going up to dramatically drag them over his face.

“Jeez, can you three loosen up a little?" He said, bouncing the basketball in his hands.

He’d been shooting free throws ever since you four stepped foot into the gymnasium, and he was getting tired. Shoko had her headphones in, playing music. Geto had his head on your shoulder, watching your phone's contents with newfound interest.

"Ughh… if someone doesn’t tell me why you’re acting like radioactive zombies, I'll flick everyone here until they wake up.

Silence ensued.

He allowed the basketball to drop and roll down to the floor, his face growing with slight concern.

"So, you really are zombies, huh?"

He asked sarcastically, slumping into the bleachers next to you.

You found yourself unconsciously playing with Geto’s hair as he took your phone for himself, scrolling mindlessly.

"Ugh! C'monn! Do you know how many smiles I had to flash just so we could come in, and you’re just sitting here watching me shoot hoops?"

He asked teasingly, ruffling his hand through your hair.

"Come on, sweet cheeks. Why don’t you come play some free throws with me?" He whispered in your ear, giving you puppy eyes.

Geto looked up at Gojo, shaking his head disapprovingly.

"Don't scare them, you idiot. They’ll run away like everyone else you tried to impress." Geto spat.

"Hey!" He chastised, his face reddening slightly.

"They only ran because they couldn’t resist my charm."

He then turned to you, his expression playful.

"C'mon, sweetheart. Or are you scared I'll beat you?"