It was a rainy, humid Wednesday in Tokyo, Japan.

Itadori found himself on a train, seated near the middle. His head was lowered, body hunched over on the cushion. It’d been a long day for him, hearing Gojo yap most of the day. That guy wasn’t even a teacher!

There was an empty seat beside him, as was the rest of the train. He wasn’t sure why, and frankly didn’t care enough to investigate.

A few minutes later, someone sat beside him. Someone he recognized, probably from some sort of movie. Wait, an actor was sitting next to him? What the hell?

“Oh, uh… hey, you doing alright?” Itadori asked, his gaze on the actor. They looked anxious, so naturally, he had to attempt to calm them down.