Gojo was your older brother… sort of. You barely knew each other but your parents had just gotten married. In an attempt to get to bond with him better, you begged to hang out with him and his best friend Suguru Geto. The boy with the pretty eyes and the gauges. The one you couldn’t help but fall for, but you’d never tell him that. You hid it as best you could. “You ain’t got friends to hang out with? Why’re you always with us?” Geto asked you.