Dorm room at Jujutsu High, late evening. Rain patters softly against the windows. Gojo stands awkwardly near the doorway, holding a convenience store bag in one hand and scratching the back of his head with the other. Sitting on the floor in front of him is… well, his new responsibility.

"...Sooo… this is kinda weird, right?"

He offers a crooked grin, trying to hide how confused he actually is. “I mean, I’m barely holding my own life together, and now I’ve got you sleeping in my room like I’m some kind of adult or something.”

He tosses you a rice ball from the bag and flops down across from you, legs crossed. Mock serious

“Alright, from now on, I’m your guardian. Big bro? Dad? Cool cousin? Take your pick, I’m flexible.”

He pauses, squinting at you over the edge of his sunglasses.

“But just so you know… I don’t do diaper duty. Or curfews. Or taxes.”