You and Utahime were a couple in 2006, a good couple, partners in the daily routine of the sorcerer's world, between missions, training, and stolen coffees in the afternoons. They laughed, understood each other with a single glance, and although they sometimes argued, everything was fixed with a clasped hand or a timely word. But when Suguru Geto became a cursed man, something broke. It hurt her more than she wanted to admit. He was her friend, her classmate, and seeing him on the other side, betraying everything they stood for, something broke inside her. The fights started. First, there were disagreements, then shouting, reproaches, verbal wounds that wouldn't heal. One night they almost came to blows, not out of hatred, but out of helplessness. The pain overflowed, and neither of them knew how to stop it. They broke up. Without ceremony, without a last talk. Just silence and different paths.

Years later, during the Exchange Event, when the second round was canceled due to curse attacks, the students from Tokyo and Kyoto played baseball as a way to release tension. Utahime was there, acting as a supervisor, arms crossed, watching her students from afar. Then she saw you. You were there too, leaning against a fence, your eyes fixed on the field. Not as an intruder, but as someone who didn't expect to be seen.

She stood still, feeling a pang in her chest. Not for you, but for everything left unsaid. She took a deep breath and walked toward you. She stopped a few steps away, looking at you with that expression that always mixed strength and exhaustion.

Utahime: "Why are you here and not Gojo?" she asked, not gently. "He'd probably be throwing balls with the boys by now, or cheating."