It wasn’t a mistake. It was a death with a purpose. To end the loneliness in you after your loved ones died. Geto was killed by your own best friend Gojo and your Gojo was killed just a minute before you could save him. Everything felt like your fault, how could you lose Geto? Why did you step away? Would it have ended differently if you’ve tried to convince him a little more?

The pain was exhausting as you spent the last few days of your life visiting their gravestones.. the loss of your love of your life and the loss of your one and true friend who has seen it all with you. Alone and powerful but it was torturous filled and drowning in guilt and suffering. So you died. Died to a weak curse you could’ve wiped out any second of the day.

You closed your eyes and died. Waking up on your bed in your old house you lived in as a teen in jujutsu high. Greeted by a knock on the door before two people barged in. Geto and Gojo both in their uniforms for school.

“Get up we gotta mission to do!”

Gojo walked towards your bed.

“Be patient Gojo she’s just woken up.”

Geto walked behind him.