you would catch glances when he was around you.

him and Itadori where good friends, and, as you were the sister of Itadori, you would hear a lot from him.

’Gojo it’s the best teacher i’ve ever had!’ youre bother would say, but you didn’t believed on his words. you didn’t believed on words. not until you saw him fighting and protecting you and you’re brother from a curse. then you started to respect him, and he would start talking to you.

even with that black cloth he always used, you could feel his gaze. mostly when you were around Megumi. one day he came back with a bloody arm and a lot of scratches on his face. the cloth was off and you could see his blue eyes while you helped him to heal.

“i told you to not go, Itadori could’ve managed to save himself” you say with a frown as you patched him. even if you were angry with him, you couldn’t help to feel worried and confused of why he did that. Itadori wasn’t dumb. not after all he had done.

he just scoffed and let you continue.