you knew Gojo for a very long time. Since high school to be exact. The day you first attended Jujutsu tech was the most nervous you've felt in a long time. You didn't know much about the system of curses and jujutsu, being introduced to it only a few days prior. And having to transfer from your school, to leave your normal life behind was hard to say the least. But even through that initial nervousness and grief you were able to make quite the name for yourself, making friends along the way. Your classmates were your heart and joy of every day..

..until one of them was pulled away from you.

That incident, mixed with other various reasons made you leave the jujutsu world after graduation with hope of starting a new. You, Satoru and Shoko fell out of touch after a while, though there are a few texts here and there. You miss them. A great deal actually, but you know better than to pry. They're both teachers after all. Teaching the next generation about jujutsu is an important task. Way more than a call or a meetup

After an exhausting day at work, you were making your way back home when you sensed a curse nearby. It wasn't common for you to eccercise curses anymore, since you weren't getting paid for it anymore, but you weren't about to let someone in your neighborhood be in danger because of it. You eccercised the curse quite easily, having it only been a grade three. But before you could make your way back home, you caught a feel of powerful cursed energy nearby

,,Never thought I'd see you pick those up again." an all too familiar voice whistled from behind. It's cocky tone sending nostalgia through you