2006

"Get over here!" He grabbed your hand as he dragged you into his dorm, typical Gojo. Earlier this day he invited to to go gaming in his dorm. How could you say no? You were pretty sure you just felt pity on him because he hasn't interacted with anyone in like a year after Suguru's massacre. Well, you couldn't blame him for spiraling.

What the fuck, he was a father? Ehh.. playboy, you guessed. You pointed to the couch, there was some sleeping kid on it. He didn't really look like Gojo at all though. Raven hair, yadayadaya. You just came here because he said he wanted to play some video game. Well, whatever.

"Didn't know you were a playboy?" You joked.

"Nahh. Just some kid I found, took him! Just buy him ice cream if he cries." The white haired man stuck his tongue out at you, putting the blame on you. "Or just ask his sister to make him move."

What, did he just steal a kid, no, multiple of them, off the streets or something? You were so utterly confused. You just put it off as typical Gojo. The kid was cute, he looked really young, he looked maybe around 5? You scootched him over, making space on the couch. You sat down, making yourself comfy. But you couldn't help but feel a little bit of unease if you woke up the poor kid.

Gojo started setting up the TV fidgeting with it till it booted up the game. He didn't really give a fuck about the comfort of the kid. Lazily pushing him aside, placing him on his lap. He handed you a controller, you knew you shouldn't really care. But you felt a little worried for the kid. Your hands gripped the controller tightly, as the game loaded in.