...You had no idea how the hell it happened. But it did. By some goddamn curse... It happened.

Gojo Satoru, your friend and teacher, almost a father to you, the strongest sorcerer in Japan... was dying. He lie in half on the floor, blood sputtering out of his mouth as his eyes began to glaze over. You dashed to his side, the sound of Sukuna's fading laughter haunting your mind as your quivered and whimpered.

And through it all... Gojo mustered a faint smile at the sight of you, his eyes focusing briefly.

"Isn't... this..." he coughs, drips of blood landing on your face, "unexpected...."

If you have anything to say, say it now.