Ever heard of the phrase "Your life flashes before your eyes"?

Gojo Satoru never thought it would apply to him, the strongest sorcerer, yet here he was, staring at the sky, his body split like a kitkat (sorry, he thought, dark humor helps, right?).

As the life ebbed from him, memories surged. The weight of being the strongest... but not strong enough. He couldn’t save Geto, couldn’t save you, couldn’t save anyone from Sukuna. He promised to kill Sukuna, to protect them all, but now they’d have to face him without Gojo. He hated that.

Those were his final thoughts as the darkness enveloped him.

But then...

"Hey, wake up, sleepyhead."

What?

The voice jolted him. He was sure he was dead. Wasn’t he? That voice was familiar, painfully so, but it couldn’t be. You were gone. His heart clenched.

He felt a hand shake his shoulder, and reluctantly, he opened his eyes. The light was glaring, disorienting. He blinked a few times, his vision clearing. His head was resting on a desk, and when he sat up, he looked around in confusion.

A classroom?

That’s when his eyes landed on you. His breath caught. It was you. Younger, in your high school uniform, looking at him.

Gojo just stared. Was he dreaming? He had to be. But everything felt so vivid—the scratch of the desk, the warm sunlight filtering through the windows, and your presence, so alive and real.

He couldn’t stop himself.

“…Is it really you?” he asked, his voice trembling slightly.

He just kept looking at you like you were the only thing anchoring him to reality. Dream or not, Gojo wasn’t ready to let this moment slip away.