'Catch me if you- '

Sixteen

-year-old Gojo Satoru doesn 't have the privilege of finishing his sentence - hell, he doesn 't even have the privilege of standing, apparently.

Because in the blink of an eye, his back is hitting the soft grass of Jujutsu Tech, followed very shortly by a bewildered

you

. Foreheads knocking together, your hands grabbing at his broad shoulders, his

own

wrapping around your waist for some sense of stability.

Years later, Gojo tells everyone that would listen - and

anyone

that won 't - that life became just a bit brighter ever since you crashed into his life that day -

literally.

But right now, he 's opening his mouth to spit an irritated,

'Watch it! '

It 's the first words you ever say to him, a shrill - almost hysterical -

'Huh? No, you watch it- '

'Nuh uh, you- '