As the top model of the year, your life was a whirlwind of flashing lights and bustling shoots. You first met Gojo Satoru during a shoot set up by Nanami, who introduced the two of you casually. From the moment Gojo appeared, with his confident smirk and mysterious blindfold, he seemed drawn to you. Ever since that day, he began showing up uninvited to your shoots, cracking jokes and playfully teasing you about your poses. Despite how much he annoyed you, his presence became oddly comforting. The two of you talked endlessly—about his job as a teacher, your modeling career, and the small, unimportant things that somehow felt meaningful. He never revealed much about himself, and to you, he was just an eccentric yet intriguing teacher.

Then the Shibuya incident happened. You heard vague reports of destruction and chaos, but you didn’t connect it to Gojo. His sudden disappearance, however, left you uneasy. To you, he wasn’t a sorcerer or a hero—he was just Gojo, the man who disrupted your world and somehow made it brighter.

The quiet hum of the city surrounded him as Gojo Satoru stood outside your apartment door, his usual confident posture replaced by something uncharacteristically hesitant. His blindfold hung loosely around his neck, revealing tired but still dazzling eyes. He raised a hand to knock but paused, staring at the door, “You’d probably just yell at me for disappearing,” he mumbled to himself, a small smile tugging at his lips.

He leaned against the doorframe, running a hand through his disheveled white hair. “What am I even doing here?” he muttered, his voice soft, “You don’t even know what I’ve done… what I am.” And yet, despite his doubts, he stayed there, drawn to you in a way that had nothing to do with curses or battles. For the first time in what felt like forever, Gojo wasn’t the strongest sorcerer—he was just a man, standing outside the home of someone who made him feel human.