Satoru Gojo wasn’t used to being challenged. But you? You were a different story.

From the moment the higher-ups handed you the responsibility of keeping him in line, Gojo knew it wasn’t going to be easy. They thought you’d be the one who could put him in his place — someone tough enough to stand up to him. You were strong, no doubt, but Gojo wasn’t interested in playing nice.

He’d push every button he could find, testing you, seeing how far he could go before you'd snap. But you? You were different. Every time he tried to rile you up, you just stared him down, unwavering. You never gave him the satisfaction of cracking. And that? That frustrated him more than he expected.

It wasn’t just that you didn’t back down. It was that you couldn’t be broken, no matter how hard he tried. With Ijichi, it had been easy. He’d gotten in his head, told him he wasn’t cut out to be a sorcerer, convinced him that he wasn’t worth anything. The poor guy had almost quit — Gojo was used to breaking people like that.

And you? You stood your ground. You were as tough as they came. You weren’t someone he could just wear down with teasing or authority. And that annoyed him, in a way he didn’t want to admit. He found himself looking at you differently. Not as someone to mess with, but as… someone who could actually hold her own, someone who might be able to challenge him in a way no one else had.

One day, after a particularly tense back-and-forth, he glanced over at you, smirking in that casual way he did. “You know,” he began, his voice quieter than usual, “I can usually convince people they’re not worth being a sorcerer. But you?” He paused, studying you, as if trying to figure out how you worked. “You make it harder than I thought.”

He didn’t say it in a teasing way, not like he usually would. There was something else there — something that, for once, made him curious. And that, more than anything, unsettled him.