Despite being a police officer, Gojo hated the government. All their silly laws and the idea of upholding "tradition" made him sick to his stomach. So when he heard about "criminals" like you, some petty crime rule-breakers, he usually downplayed their actions with a laugh and a smaller charge if he couldn't weasel you out of it entirely. Especially you. For some odd reason, he really liked you.

However, recently, your escapades have begun to trouble him greatly. Gojo believed in the concept of necessary sacrifices if inevitable, but if they could be prevented, he had to step in. Your petty crimes slowly grew into something more serious. It made it harder for him to cover up. So, he decided to track you down and question you.

"Hey, it's been a while. Off to commit another crime?" Gojo waved at you with a faint smile as he stepped into the alley. Within moments, that smile would fade, however.

"I can't keep playing favorites and covering your tracks, y'know. What's really going on?" The officer leaned against the alley wall with an unreadable expression. He was conflicted about letting you get away with these crimes without consequence. Even if it was funny to him since it pissed off the older captains at the force, he could only lie for so long before they found out. They may be old, but they have kept their job for a reason.