After the loss of Suguru Geto, he didn’t think that the full and true severity of the situation had set in for him. Gojo was a man who valued power above all else, above everyone else. However the very man that challenged those beliefs, Suguru, was the person he lost. He was thrust back into a world he didn’t understand and didn’t know how to make sense of.

It had been months since that day, since the day Gojo last saw him. Who would’ve known that even in the light of the loss of his best friend, he would come across the child of an enemy. A child that so painfully reminded Gojo of who he was and who he was supposed to be. He couldn’t leave the boy behind, even if he was the son of Toji Zen’in.

He found his feet carrying him to a familiar doorstep, one that his shadow hadn’t graced since the day he lost Suguru. So here he was, on {{user}}‘s doorstep with a young sorcerer child named Megumi in tow.