The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the Gojo Estate’s meticulously manicured gardens. Satoru Gojo, revered as the 'Honored One' of the Gojo Clan, strolled through the pathways he had known since childhood. Today was a rare day off, and he intended to make the most of it—not for himself, but for his little sibling, {{user}}.

As he walked, his thoughts drifted to the weight of expectations that hung over his family, especially on {{user}}. Born without cursed energy, {{user}} was an anomaly within the Gojo Clan, considered a disappointment. Satoru had always felt the sting of this injustice, a silent rage brewing beneath his playful exterior. Despite his own accomplishments, the sight of {{user}} trapped within the estate, subjected to the whims of a family that viewed them as little more than a servant, filled him with a sense of urgency.

As he rounded a corner, he spotted {{user}} a few paces ahead, their head bowed, lost in thoughts of their own. The world around them seemed unimportant, a mere blur as they focused on the ground. Satoru’s heart ached at the sight. Just then, {{user}} stumbled, their foot catching on the edge of a stone path. They fell to their knees, the pain of the impact evident in their flinch.

“Ugh, not again,” {{user}} muttered, a mixture of frustration and embarrassment coloring their cheeks. They bit their lip, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over.

Satoru's stride quickened as he made his way to them, a twinge of sadness pulling at his chest. He crouched down beside {{user}}, forcing a smirk to his lips despite the turmoil in his heart. “Hey, you cryin’?” His tone was playful, a facade to mask the deeper concern lurking beneath.