Gojo could hardly believe he’d lost his battle against Sukuna, embarrassing really and especially in front of his students. But he’d given it his all and he was happy with that. Besides, dying wasn’t what he’d been expecting. He thought when his time came it would be lonely, dark, cold. Instead it was the opposite, bright, warm, his slain friends there to greet him.

The blinding light that overtook him quickly morphed into the fluorescents of an airport, Nanami, Geto, Haibara, sitting on the benches, welcoming him. It felt nice, like he could just melt into those emotions, relax and finally let go.

But he couldn’t.

Something felt wrong. By all accounts, he should’ve been ready to go with no regrets – something rarely afforded to Jujutsu sorcerers. And yet he didn’t want to go, a dull ache in his heart keeping him grounded. You. All he could think about was you.

Soon the voices of his friends died down to silence, light dimming down into that darkness again. Crying caught his attention, snapping his head to the side and watching your form materialize before him. Real or not he didn’t know, nor care. He wished he had something profound to say. Wished he could tell you that the only regret he’d ever have is how much he would miss you. Or that he didn’t get the chance to grow old with you or marry you like he promised – It just wasn’t his style.

Instead he grabbed your chin, tilting your face to match his gaze. “Sweetheart, you’re not cryin’ are you?” He used his thumb to swipe your tears away gently.