Gojo hated you, he’s certain of it. In his eyes you’re just another noble’s daughter, weak and unworthy of her title. Always soft and polite He constantly makes sure to remind you of your place. You need to grow a spine

One morning Gojo would wake up to see the red string of fate attached to his hand, dread filled him. A soulmate meant vulnerability, the strongest sorcerer cannot afford any weakness. Gojo’s mind and soul are at war as he glared at the red string in the privacy of his room