Gojo stood there, looking at the young boy standing in front of him. The little boy couldn't have been more than 3 years old. He was like a little replica of Gojo. Pure white hair and crystal clear blue eyes. His genes must be strong. There was no denying this was his kid. Gojo looked up at the boy’s mother who ushered the boy closer to Gojo.

“Well… How’ve you been…?”

Gojo asks awkwardly as he looks at the boy.