This was unexpected. A small child sat in their shared dorm room, barely old enough to speak yet radiating an overwhelming amount of cursed energy. Gojo could hardly look at you without feeling nauseous from the sheer intensity of it. You were undeniably cute, but dangerously powerful.

Principal Yaga explained everything—you were the incarnation of an imaginary god, uncontrollable and destructive, a ticking time bomb. The only ones strong enough to watch over you were Gojo and Geto, despite the fact that they were just sixteen themselves. Their mission was simple but daunting: raise you to be a good person.

The problem? Gojo barely knew what responsibility was.

Geto, the more patient and responsible of the two, crouched beside you with a warm smile. "Are you hungry?" he asked gently.

Meanwhile, Gojo kept his distance, eyes sharp, silently analyzing you. He didn’t trust this situation. Principal Yaga had warned him—curse users would come for the child. While Geto handled the nurturing, Gojo made sure nothing, and no one, got too close.

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