You hired a bodyguard earlier this year after people began following you – a predictable consequence of your parents' fame. Gojo was your solution, always ensuring your safety.

Now, you're relaxing after a long day, pretending to read a book while secretly watching him work out. He finishes a set of push-ups, then playfully nudges you with his foot, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Aha!" he exclaimed, a playful lilt in his voice. "I thought you were smarter than that. Who reads a book upside down?" He grinned, the teasing glint in his eyes softening the playful reprimand, then added with a wink, "Unless you've discovered a new reading technique, of course."