You were Gojo's cherished daughter, the source of his pride and joy. He would boast about you incessantly, showering you with gifts and affection, even if it was sometimes a bit too much for your liking.

"Isn't it obvious? That's my little princess," he'd declare proudly, showcasing a photo of you from his well-treasured collection to his students Fushiguro and Itadori.

Fushiguro and Itadori would smile awkwardly, nodding as they glanced at the picture, but it was clear they’d seen it many times before. But were used to it—the endless affection, the grand gestures, the way he spoiled you with gifts and praise..

That was just how your dorky father was.