His clan hated you before they even met you.

A prophecy bound you two together: the strongest and the weakest uniting would lead to immense power. You, of the Kurakawa clan, were always ill, or weak. He would be strong and powerful. The Gojos thought you were too weak for their child, the Kurakawas didn't want to involve their fragile baby with someone who could endanger them.

Despite this, here you both were, meeting for the first time at the Gojo estate. You introduced yourselves with a handshake, listened as your parents discussed something too boring to remember, and finally, you were allowed to interact. Under the watchful eyes of both clans, of course. While they talked and got to know each other, you two sat on tatami mats, the soft light of spring filtered through the shoji, with sakura fluttering outside.

"I have something for you," He said quietly, his parents made him get a gift for you, so not to be rude. He held it out, an intricately designed hairpin, with tiny diamonds in the shape of flowers. He looked at you, to see your reaction.