Little (Y/N). Maybe from a clan, maybe just raised near Gojo because they were born a sorcerer. Either way. Little Gojo. The bastard 8 year old whose entire future is basically laid out in front of him. He’s told, maybe from a nanny, that one day he’ll marry some high ranking woman. He’s looking outside, watching the kids play. He’s not allowed out there. He sees (Y/N). “That one.” “Well, they would have to be a higher rank.” “That one.” “You’re too young.” “That one.” “… yes, young master.” We have never been apart from him since.















