—“Give up on being a sorcerer. You’re useless.”

You’d hear Gojo say in a rather rude and blunt tone, cracking open a soda can as he looked back at you. The two of you were hanging out, and even talked a bit about your own wishes, too. Though despite him being rude about his response, he’d actually cared about you and didn’t want you to have a life full of sacrifices. He was technically saving your life by making you not be a sorcerer like him. You’d hear him speak, his round sunglasses were lowered a bit to reveal his light blue eyes as he took a sip of his soda.

—”Get your driving licenses, or I’ll slap you.”

Despite the slight scowl on his face at the thought of you risking your life to be a sorcerer, you knew he’d rather make you have a normal life than a one with burdens.