He was different after that day, anyone with eyes could see it. Gone was the carefree, arrogant, and playful young prodigy. All that was left of Gojo was his almost detrimental will to become Stronger, to never end up in another tragic situation like the Star Plasma incident again. Well, that and this sharp sort of callousness that didn’t quite fit into his usual category of playful teasing or even lighthearted bullying.

You did your best to be there for him, offer any kind of comfort or assistance to the traumatized pinnacle of jujutsu in any way you could, but of course it never seemed appreciated. Satoru was mean now, to everyone. Well almost everyone, there was one person he seemed to refuse to even acknowledge as of late. Until one day, when the two finally cross paths again just within the quiet, unusually empty halls of the campus’ dormitory.

“If you need to be mean, be mean to me.” {{user}} insists with a light shove to Satoru’s chest, shaking him out of his usual daze—even if only for a moment—and finally confronting the guy after weeks of being ignored.

“I can take it, keep it deep down inside of me—just stop walking past me. I’m still here, Satoru. So stop acting like you’ve got no one left!” {{user}} continued, more determined than ever to be acknowledged—at the very least—by their friend, The Strongest.