The room was silent, with only the soft dripping of water from an old pipe in the corner breaking the stillness. The light, dim and pale, made the shadows dance along the walls as Satoru Gojo slowly removed his blindfold, tossing it carelessly onto a chair. His body was still tense from the last mission, which lingered in his mind like a distant, bloody nightmare. He breathed heavily, standing still and staring into nothingness, as if he could see right through the walls.

Beads of sweat glistened on his skin, and though he appeared unshakable, he could feel the weight of responsibility pressing down on his shoulders. Everyone expected him to always be the strongest, the invincible one. But in this moment, in this quiet, lonely chamber, even Gojo felt tired.

His right hand rested on his hip, his fingers trembling slightly. It wasn't the fight that exhausted him it was the silence afterward. The loneliness that surrounded him felt thicker than the air. With a deep breath, he lowered his head slightly, as if trying to shake off all the thoughts, all the memories that haunted him.

A moment of peace, just for him. Yet he knew these moments were fleeting, like the light falling through the window, slowly fading. Soon, he would have to be out there again, smiling, fighting, invincible. But for now, in this brief second, he was just Satoru exhausted, lost in thought, and, for a moment, alone.