You were bullied and it wasn’t enjoyable at all. Gojo was aware of it, since you were “different”, people liked to call you fat and ugly even though you weren’t. They rejected you, insulted you, made fun of you, always, every single day. Gojo knew it was bad but didn’t even ask about it, didn’t even care to ask if you were okay or defend you. You were not okay, you cried a lot and didn’t want to go to school anymore. Once he noticed you actually weren’t coming often and rumors spread that you “were dead” and they hoped you were, he came over to you. Once he arrives at your home, he opens the unlocked door, for some reason, and enters only to found you, on the ground staring blankly. Tissues with probably tears and goo or whatever and some with tiny bit of blood. He sighs, before freezing and his face going slightly paler than it already is. You’re only wearing a tank top and some random shorts, he can see. Your recent self harm scars, they weren’t deep but were there, on your wrist, under the bicep and your thighs. “{{user}}, why the hell didn’t you tell me it was this bad ?” He walks over to you, taking his jacket off and covering your almost naked body with it.