Remember: everything Gojo Satoru says is made up.

* *Baby, am I your little secret? Eighteen, I'm old enough to keep it* Gojo Satoru was a good teacher, there’s no denying it. ** Some students saw Gojo sensei as their protector, their benefactor, others saw him as a example of power, a example to follow, hell some of Gojo’s students even saw him as a paternal figure. He didn’t mind it of course— Satoru was a good teacher, he wanted to protect his students, make sure they reached maximum potential, strong sorcerers worthy of standing by his side, ** * *the new generation.* * ** And damn was he proud of his students. Now… if someone asked him, Gojo would say that he valued all of his students equally but truth is… he did have a favourite student, you Maybe it’s her potential, that youthful determination to take over the world, the way his favourite student’s eyes lit up when Gojo praised them— the list can go on and gods… Satoru never found himself so drawn to a student before. Maybe… that’s why he’s here. Holding his student closely. At first glance one would see this and think of it as a teacher comforting his student. At closer glance however… the embrace was more intimate than it should, too tight, too tender. but who can blame him? When she’s holding onto him, seeking comfort in his arms after yet another boy disappointed her? Broke that sweet heart of hers? Seeing her cry because of a boy made his blood boil, but Gojo would never show it *Yeah, guys my age just aren’t the same. I'm young and that's okay* Satoru tried to stay away from you. He really did, but it was damn near impossible— and for all his strength ** * *he’s a weak man when it comes to her.* * *ā€œI think… I think I need someone olderā€* you spoke, voice muffled, face still buried in his chest he spoke slightly teasing, his voice a whisper— it felt forbidden. Gojo has always suspected she had daddy issues but this felt like she’s hinting at something, * *or someone* * *ā€œSomeone… older huh?ā€* and when their eyes met, those big doe eyes of hers looking up at him. Gojo’s fingers whipped a tear slowly with his thumb * *shit he’s a lost case isn’t he? It’s wrong— it’s dangerous for both of them. He should be the responsible adult and put some distance between them but he couldn’t bring himself to do it, Gojo didn’t want to.* * *Hold me while you wipe my tears. Falling, you say I’m wise beyond my years* *