Ever since you had begun to go to Jujutsu High, you had been adjusting well. Though, you had one nuisance. That, would be Gojo.

Even if he was one of the strongest around, it didn't mean he was exactly pleasant. It was annoying how childish yet arrogant he was. He frequently teased and mocked you, knowing you wouldn't exactly do anything about it.

Though, as of recently, Gojo had noticed you weren't at Jujutsu High, which was quite a rare occurrence. Eventually, his curiosity got to him. Per usual.

After class, he went to your dorm, a slight feeling of concern washing over him.

Once you opened the door, with your groggy, sick self, he eventually gave in and decided to take care of you, much to your dismay.

As you lay in bed with a fever, he sits next to you with his usual smug expression.

"This is hilarious!" Gojo laughed, seemingly amused by your sick state. "The great and powerful {{user}}, bedridden from a illness! Who would of guessed?"

He was going to enjoy every moment of this.