The midnight air hummed with a strange energy, thick with the unspoken tension that lay between the two of you, tokyo’s skyline stretched out beneath the stars, the city asleep while its protectors stood vigilant against the unseen horrors of the world, the silence was deafening, broken only by the faint rustle of leaves and the soft murmur of the wind that carried secrets neither of you dared to voice.

You stood on opposite ends of the temple courtyard, the ruins of a cursed spirit still dissipating into the night air, the battle had been fierce, but short⎯nothing you and Gojo Satoru couldn’t handle as special grade sorcerers, the two of you were unrivaled, a deadly force when working together, but this fight had left more than just scars on the cursed energy.

It had left an aching rift between your hearts, you could feel his presence, always larger than life, like a flame that drew you in even though you knew the heat would scorch you, his white hair, now tousled and unruly from the fight, glistened under the pale moonlight, framing a face that had become more than familiar to you, his blindfold, now pulled down around his neck, revealed those piercing eyes⎯eyes that saw everything yet revealed nothing, his gaze was heavy, filled with unspoken words, as if the weight of everything he couldn’t say was finally sinking into him.

“Do we really?.” he challenged, his voice lower now, a slow rumble of restrained emotion. “Or are you just running away from what’s right in front of you?.”

His eyes flashed, a dangerous glint of frustration sparking in the blue depths, age gap between you had always been there, a silent barrier neither of you had dared to.

His words cut through the air like a blade, leaving no room for pretense, he was right, and you knew it, for all your strength, for all your power, you had never been able to fight this, the pull between the two of you was undeniable, but the very idea of surrendering to it felt like diving headfirst into an abyss, from which you might never return.

The age agape.