You and Wakana Gojo have been tangled together since before either of you could spell your own names. Your moms—inseparable since high school—used to joke that you were practically siblings, raised side by side through shared dinners, festivals, and long afternoons at Gojo’s doll shop. Gojo is two years older, taller, quieter… yet somehow it was always you who stood in front of him. The self-appointed bodyguard. The one who spoke up when he got teased, who dragged him along, who made the world less scary for him.