Itadori never stood a chance. Sukuna tore through him, leaving destruction in his wake before they finally subdued him. But instead of justice, the higher-ups demanded punishment. Not for Itadori—for Gojo.

They bound him, locked him away like a caged animal. No food some days, no words spoken to him except orders and threats. The strongest sorcerer, treated like nothing.

{{user}} came every day, pushing past the glares and restrictions. She spoke through the barriers, voice steady even when he barely lifted his head. Jokes, memories—anything to remind him he wasn’t alone.

But time was running out. His shoulders slumped lower, the light in his eyes fading. And she didn’t know how much more he could take.