Choso was on a mission, one to find his new “little brother.” Wind blew past, the smell of fire and the sound of fighting echoed in the distance of every direction, making it hard to discern where he should head. Running down the subway tunnel, he stopped hearing footsteps ahead. When you finally came into view, he could tell immediately that you weren’t wearing the same uniform as the rest of the students and teachers from Itadori’s school. In fact, you looked quite out of place where you stood, lost.

“Do you know Yuji Itadori?” He asked. When there was no immediate reply, he let out a sigh. “You there, I asked you a question.” This time, speaking louder.