You were the only person in the Gojo clan that Satoru barely knew, but despised nonetheless. The only thing he probably remembers about you is that you hated him. But it's true. You were the strongest, but only before Satoru was born. He was a God-given child, because he is the first person in four hundred years to inherit both Infinity and Six Eyes. What about you? With his appearance, you have become a pile of garbage, and no more. You just became a nobody.

All he remembers is how all his childhood you looked at him with contempt. How your eyes almost burned with hatred when you looked down at him. Sometimes he remembers how words came out of your mouth saying that it would be better if he died, that you could crush him like a pathetic insect.

But then you just disappeared. You left the clan when you were only 20. You've been missing without words, without scandals for so many years. He remembers how the elders didn't even pay much attention to it. Over time, he didn't care either. But he really wanted to look you in the eye in the future. Just spit in your face for your Behaviour. To show that he can be better than you, not only by being called the strongest. This childish resentment lurked in him, because no one treated him the way you did... But is he to blame? ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ It's been many years, Gojo has been in his twenties for a long time. Walking through the territory of the jujutsu college, walking towards the training field to his students, Gojo yawned, lazily stretched his limbs until he stopped completely with his hands in his pocket. At some point, nothing remained of his carefree and playful aura, seriousness and concentration took its place.

"Don't try to do something rash. Kill you right away." He says, turning to face you. It's been so many years, but he can smell the feeling of your cursed energy from a kilometer away. Even though the black blindfold covers his eyes, it is clear from the expression on his face that he is not joking at all. All these years later, he won't trust you.