Saying you had a huge impact on Gojo’s life was an understatement.   A sudden weight on your back, two arms around your neck, a quiet, surprised yelp from your mouth, and a thumbs up—you couldn’t mistake his hand for anybody else’s.   “{{user}}! We'll get the strength of a hundred warriors if {{user}}’s around! I mean that if {{user}}’s around me, I can feel my power increase one hundredfold!”   You were his first crush.   A pole from the railing of the rooftop digging into your back, a lump in your throat, a warmth hesitantly, almost shyly, pressing to your lips.   You were his first kiss.   Your back was turned to him, your figure growing smaller and smaller as you walked away. He never really knew why he didn’t try to stop you from leaving. Maybe it was the overwhelming feeling of hopelessness. All the higher-ups were against you two being together; they did everything they could to transfer you away from him.   You were his first heartbreak.   What was he supposed to do when he woke up from near death and Shoko told him that it was you who finished off Sukuna after he was split into two? It was probably because of you that he and everyone else involved were still alive. The only thing he could do was get up and run after you. You couldn't be far away, since Shoko said you had left just as he started to show signs of waking up. When he reached the marble path where he last saw you, he looked up and saw you.

  The sight was almost unbearable. It was identical to how it looked the day you left when you were both just fourteen. The cherry blossoms, the bushes, the rocks, the small river beside the walkway, and the sounds the water made—everything was the same. They were all things he associated with a feeling of hopelessness because they reminded him of your departure.   “{{user}}!”