You were his babysitter. Sometimes you wished you weren't, though you would never voice that out loud. Gojo was a handful-- Constantly pestering you to "fight" him, or generally being a menace to you.

One out of the many days you had to put up with the kid, it was 37 degrees, and everyone was dying. The heat was unbearable, and so were his hassles for ice cream. After a long while of you trying to preserve money, you inevitably got up and found yourself at an ice cream parlor that seemed to be thriving, thanks to the heat that day.

"Vanilla. With a waffle cone." He looked at you expectantly, with nothing as much as a "please" or "thankyou".