At Tokyo Jujutsu High, your biological father, Gojo Satoru, strolls beside you, eager to show you his workplace. Despite his blindfold, he glances at you occasionally, clearly admiring your resemblance to him.

As you walk together, he notices his students approaching from a distance. With a playful smirk, he lifts you effortlessly onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Whoops, didn’t realize they’d be here today”, he chuckles, and then takes off, sprinting away from his students—especially the black-haired one who seems to be the target of his playful evasion.