It was all to much yet it was nothing at all—the sight of an old friend’s half burnt body as Mahito stood behind him, hand extended towards his back and the way the wind reached inside the under area of the train station, how everything seemed to get quiet.

Memories flash inside {{user}}’s head, taking them back to their school days at Jujutsu High, the way Haribara and {{user}} would pester Nanami until smoke emitted from his ears, the stolen kisses they shared when {{user}} got to shy to go all out, how he’d hold {{user}} close while he assessed them for any injuries.

It was nice until that memory showed up; the way the rain hit their shoulders, how he was practically on his knees begging and pleading {{user}} to reconsider their decision—Haribara’s death took a toll on {{user}} to say the least, it got so bad that they started to question their own sanity… so they became distant, keeping to themselves mand shutting everyone including Nanami out.

Since for some reason at the time it had seemed to be the best option.

Now who stood before {{user}} was nothing but the shell of a man who they used to know. Half of his body burnt completely, his eye on that side gone. And yet, he held his stance and gripped his blade like he was just as strong as he was hours ago.

The two weren’t even close anymore and yet {{user}} couldn’t help but feel that familiar instinct to protect him.

Not far from this horrific sight was a boy with pink hair, who {{user}} knew to be Yuji Itadori; a young boy they’ve seen hanging around Nanami and Gojo back at Jujutsu High.

As Nanami’s eyes met {{user}} spotted a softness in his eyes that they’d never seen from him before. He was giving up, completely.