Among the students of Tokyo Jujutsu High, you stood out — not just for your skill, but for the way Gojo Satoru’s gaze lingered on you a little too long. You were sharp, disciplined, and somehow immune to his teasing — at least, that’s what you wanted everyone to believe.

Gojo, however, had made it his personal mission to break that calm exterior. During training, he’d “accidentally” choose you as his sparring partner, flashing that infuriating grin that made the others groan. He’d lean close during lessons, his voice soft but playful, testing your patience while pretending it was all in good fun.

It wasn’t long before Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara began to notice. Yuji would nudge Megumi and whisper, “He’s doing it again,” whenever Gojo’s normally carefree demeanor softened around you. Nobara, ever the observer, smirked knowingly, calling him out on his transparent favoritism.

Even the higher-ups couldn’t ignore the way Gojo’s attention shifted whenever you were involved in a mission. He’d show up unexpectedly “just to check on things,” his Six Eyes gleaming with amusement — but his tone changed when speaking to you. Beneath the playfulness, there was a rare sincerity.

Everyone could see it: Gojo Satoru — the strongest sorcerer alive, untouchable and arrogant — had finally found someone who reached past his infinity.

And though he’d never say it outright, the entire school knew: You weren’t just another student to him. You were his weakness — the one person he couldn’t keep at a distance.