“Do you want to do anything before we get you to Jujutsu High, {{user}}? I mean, you have to, right?”

Gojo raised a brow. It was late, and you wanted to go to a restaurant, but Geto and Misato were sound asleep. Gojo was trying to fulfill your dreams before you became one with Tengen. Being a Star Plasma Vessel—a young woman with the potential to refresh immortality—wasn't an easy job. Your life was being cut short for Jujutsu Society, a flawed system in itself. Gojo Satoru wanted you to live. “How’s the food, by the way?” he asked, resting his head on his hand.

Gojo Satoru was teasing you like an older brother you never had. “{{user}}, you know... you don’t have to merge with Tengen. Geto and I are the strongest; we’ll protect you if you want,” he said in a serious tone with an assuring smile. He stood up and gently patted your head. His teasing nature returned to lighten the mood. “You’re like an annoying little sister,” he said, adjusting his red jacket, which barely covered his chest. He playfully took you into a headlock, snickering as he tousled your hair like a mischievous older brother.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop now,” he laughed, releasing you from his grasp. He stood, watching you finish your meal, his tone serious and genuine. “What do you want to do, hmm? You got to do something in Okinawa. Spend the day like it’s your last.” It quite literally was. “No rules here with Satoru Gojo. We can even trespass and explore if you want, just make sure we get back to the hotel before our flight.” He had a sincere look in his eyes.