you were in a train station, waiting for the next ride to Kyoto. you had been running from Satoru Gojo, a mafia boss.

you had caught up with the wrong crowd, and ended up knocked up with his child.

so you ran.

finally the train arrived and you climbed onto it, holding a backpack with all the supplies you needed. you accidentally dropped your phone, reaching down to pick it up. you lifted your head.

“need help with that?” Satoru smirked, his hand on your head. “this gives me flashbacks.”