You never understood him. Not really.

Gojo Satoru was too bright, too loud, too present. While you had learned to move in the background, to listen, to observe, he was the center of every scene. And yet... there was something about him. Something you couldn't grasp.

Like a melody you couldn't get out of your head, even though you didn't know the lyrics.

He was chaos with a grin. A storm in a cloak. And yet, the first time you fought side by side with him, you had felt something. Not closeness. But rhythm.

Gojo moved as if he could hear the world. Not as it was but as it should be. Like a conductor, keeping everything in time, even if no one else could hear the sound.

You weren't a part of his world. And yet, sometimes he looked at you as if you understood something no one else could see.

"You're quiet," he once said. "But somehow... it sounds good."

You didn't say anything. But deep down, you knew You don't have to be loud to be part of a symphony. You just have to know when to play and when to be silent.