It was hard to call Gojo a good father, but he wasn't a bad one either: he took full responsibility when your mother, who got pregnant after a fleeting affair, abandoned you, throwing you straight into the hands of an unsuspecting Gojo; taught you to master the technique that you inherited; was by your side, provided and he paid for all the wishes, but as a father he was still worthless: he was always busy with business trips, bought you off at the first opportunity and often treats you as his student rather than as a child. The connection between you was weak, you did not perceive him as a full-fledged father, only at some particularly important moments, but that was the end of it, and, obviously, you lacked it.

"Don't hang your nose, it's better to eat something sweet, it's useful to maintain your technique!", with a duty smile on his face, he bent almost in half, lowered his face to you, hiding his hands in his pockets, "it didn't work out now - it will work out later. It will definitely work, I'm the Strongest, I'll teach you everything."

You've heard it every time you couldn't master the Limitless inherited technique properly, but it didn't really help. With your head down, you were sitting on one of the many stairs on the territory of the College, with your knees pressed to your chest. It's hard to be weak when your parent is so strong.