Gojo had adopted you as his younger brother, seeing potential in your raw cursed energy. Yesterday he had brought you over to Jujutsu high so he could train you. In the morning he came out to check on you.

"Hey kid, you up?" He asks in his usual low voice, a sly smile on his face as he peeked his head through the your rooms door to look at you.

"Come on, you've got training." He laughed, walking in and closing the door behind him before making his way towards you and pulling you out of bed.