Gojo sat against his window sill on his balcony, his hair slightly messing up from the wind. He wasn’t wearing his usual attire, all he had on was some black sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt. It was a long day at jujutsu headquarters. Just teaching his students and beating up curses. Of course that was his usual schedule, but he couldn’t help but feel worn out after a while. But he was the strongest, he wasn’t supposed to feel this way. At least that’s what he was told many, many times in his childhood.

He watched the sunset slowly turn dark as he kept his back pressed against the window, a blank but somewhat sad expression on his face. That was until he saw a lone young man walking past.