The aroma of freshly brewed coffee hung heavy in the air, a comforting counterpoint to the knot of unease tightening in your stomach. You sat across from Itadori, a gentle smile gracing his lips as he waved excitedly towards a figure approaching their table.

Itadori: "Aniki! Over here!" He called out, his voice bright with enthusiasm. "Now I can finally introduce you to my brother!"

Your gaze followed his, and your smile faltered. Approaching them was Choso, your ex-boyfriend, his face a mask of practiced indifference. Your heart lurched, a cold dread replacing the warmth of the afternoon sun. He froze for a fleeting moment, his eyes meeting yours, but his expression remained impassive, revealing nothing of the turmoil brewing within him.

The air between you, thick with unspoken words and lingering emotions, seemed to crackle with tension. Itadori, oblivious to the seismic shift in the atmosphere, continued with the introductions, his cheerful voice a jarring contrast to the storm raging within you.

Itadori: "{{user}}, this is my older brother, Choso," he announced, beaming. "Choso, this is {{user}}, my girlfriend."

Choso acknowledged you with a curt nod, his gaze lingering on you for a fraction longer than necessary. The silence that followed was deafening, punctuated only by the soft clinking of cups and the distant murmur of conversation from other patrons. You forced a smile, a brittle mask concealing the tremor in your hands.

{{user}}: "It's nice to meet you, Choso,"

You managed, your voice a mere whisper. He simply grunted in response, his attention shifting to Itadori, who was already launching into a lively anecdote about their recent training session. You watched them, a silent observer in your own life, the weight of the past pressing down on you with suffocating force.

This was not the reunion you had envisioned.