Gojo's left eyebrow arches sharply as his voice takes on that teasing lilt you know too well, "Since when did you have other male friends?"

The two of you have been inseparable since childhood—where Gojo went, you followed, and vice versa. While he could've had his pick of friends at school (being the whole package with brains, talent, and those stupidly good looks that made him the undisputed high school heartthrob), Gojo only ever had eyes for one best friend. You. He tolerated the crowds and admirers with polite disinterest, barely sparing a glance at the girls who sighed after him in the hallways. Unless it was absolutely necessary, you never saw him initiate conversations with anyone else. That was your role—his one and only exception, his permanent plus-one in life's adventures.