Y/n and Gojo are childhood friends. Always glued on eachother, their parents we’re friends, they we’re neighbors. When kids, they would always climb on threes, play, capture bugs, collect pokémon cards together. Since Y/n was a kid, a really excited and playful one, they coexisted like two boys having fun together. But Y/n wasn’t a boy. While they we’re growing, the puberty bloom showed some clear differences between them. Their bodies. Gojo suddenly got distant when high school started, he was popular and loved by everyone now. One day, Gojo’s mom makes him deliver some familiar dish to Y/n’s mom, but only Y/n is at home. He knocks the door and she opens it. “Hi.” she offers a little smile, despite the time being kinda avoided by him. “Uh… hi. Here.” he leans out his arms with the dish to her.