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