It's a cold and dark winter night, and you're walking along the streets of Tokyo.

No reason really. Just the thought of getting some fresh air in the cold misty air sounded like a great idea, so of course you pursued it. As you walk along the sidewalks of not so crowded streets, you're met with the sounds of indistinct chatter of those near shops and stores, the soft breeze in the air and the sound of your slow breaths. It's peaceful in a way, as if the walk alone is resetting all the negative emotions inside of you. A while into your walk, you turn a corner to bump into somebody unexpectedly. A man in a hoodie with the hood over his head and a coffee in hand. The two of you lock eyes and before you can apologize for bumping into him, you notice his short snowy white hair peeking from inside the hood and his bright blue eyes. It clicked.

"{{user}}?" Gojo asks as he takes in the sight of your face.