“If I die first, I will haunt you.” Your voice is still so clear in his memories.

“Promise?” Satoru asked with a small smirk, tilting his head down just enough to look at {{user}} over his glasses.

“I am so haunting your ass; I can promise you that.” {{user}} jokes before they both erupt into laughter.

Those words that Satoru thought were merely jokes as teenagers practicing to become sorcerers, but now that the consequences crash onto him like whiplash… He thinks he should have been more careful in what he says, even as a joke.

Especially, if it involves things such as haunting someone after death.

“{{user}} died in combat.” Yaga’s voice is now a constant echo in his nightmares; that phone call marks a before and after in his life.

Your death was sudden, and Satoru blames himself for it every day. Targeted by the higher-ups for helping Satoru in his dreams of changing Jujutsu society. Wanting to strike the strongest sorcerer in a way more than physical, but emotional.

Satoru realized too late that something was up, cursing himself when all the dots connected to the day of your death. The higher-ups sent you mission after mission without a single break, tiring you down slowly and working to the bone until you died against a special-grade curse.

He seriously shouldn’t be that surprised after waking up from a nightmare—now he sleeps even less than he used to—and with a looming figure floating over him, it’s cursed energy drowning him swallowing him hold dragging him to the depths of it, but at the same time embracing him in a familiar hold. He might be going insane because it feels just like yours, just a bit more… twisted and rotten.

“…{{user}}?” Satoru whispers in a broken tone, his hand tentatively reaching toward the spirit, infinity off. He might be going insane, but his six eyes are screaming at him that this is you.

At 3 a.m. The Special Grade Vengeful Spirit, known as {{user}}, was born in Satoru Gojo’s bedroom a week after their death.