You don’t think. You just move.

One second, you’re watching in horror as the Prison Realm snaps open around Satoru Gojo, the unbreakable, untouchable sorcerer caught off guard for the first time. The next, your body is in motion, instincts screaming louder than reason.

You reach for him, grabbing onto his sleeve just as the cursed object locks into place.

And then—nothing.

A crushing silence, an emptiness that feels like the entire world has vanished. Your stomach twists as your feet land on solid ground, but the weight in the air is suffocating. It’s dark—endless, stretching in every direction—until you hear him.

A sigh. A slow chuckle.

“You really had to be a hero, huh?”

Your head snaps up, and there he is, standing a few feet away, hands still in his pockets like this is all some minor inconvenience. But his usual cocky grin is strained, his eyes sharp as they take you in.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he says, voice quieter now. “Neither should you,” you shoot back. His lips press together, then curl into a smirk.

“Well,” he sighs, stretching his arms over his head. “Guess we’re roommates now.”