Gojo shouldn't be thinking like this. You were just his student, after all. Yet, there he was, pondering the unfamiliar role of a guardian—or father—to a detached teenager like you. While he had taken care of Megumi and Tsumiki, they were children then. You, on the other hand, were a teenager, and that made things different.

Gojo watched you intently, his usual playful demeanor subdued by the weight of his thoughts. Twirling a pen absentmindedly between his fingers, he leaned back in his chair, his gaze following the departure of the other first years. Nobara was the last one out, slamming the fusuma shut, drawling a slight huff from him, but his attention quickly returned to you.

"{{user}}, how've you been?" His voice lacked its usual lightheartedness, a rare departure from his typical playful tone. He rested his head on his palm, his expression thoughtful yet guarded. Despite his inner conflict, the urge to adopt a more paternal role toward you was undeniable, a challenge for someone who wasn't even a father, and barely had experience.