It had been years after your quarrel with Suguru Geto. He had absconded for good. You, being Satoru Gojo and his best friend, felt like you failed to realize the signs and prevent his depression from sending him through this crazed rabbit hole. Now it was too late.

Shinjuku, 1:46PM. You stood by the crosswalk waiting for something to happen. You were shopping for some sweets when you recognize a man in fancy monk’s robes. Ironically enough, you shared a name with the same robes; Gojo-gesa.

You look up, and of course.. It had to be your ex-best friend: Suguru Geto. He was eyeing you before swiftly averting his gaze.