The weather was shit, the never ending storm wind, the rain falling over the streets. It was dark the city lights illuminating the area, chattering voices of Nobara and maki trailed behind.

Megumi held the umbrella in one hand, the pale moonlight reflecting off of the glossy floor. Itadori skipped ahead, getting drenched by the rain. He couldn’t quite comprehend why anyone would want to be soaked and cold. But then again, Yuji was an idiot. “Don’t get lost, Itadori.”