The thunder of the hooves on the sandy ground mixes with the muffled cheers of the audience. Your horse flies over the last hurdle, the wind rushes in your ears, and for a brief moment it feels like you are floating free, detached from everything.

Then you land safely, the applause erupts, but your focus remains on your horse's breath, on the moment after the jump. The perfection of that moment.

"Impressive!"

A voice light, playful, yet unmistakable.

You rein in your horse, turn to the fence, and there he is: Gojo Satoru. Sunglasses on his nose, a permanent grin on his lips, as if he was just here for fun.

"What are you doing here?" you ask skeptically.

He shrugs his shoulders. "Well, I thought I'd see how you fly through the air. I always thought I was the only one who could do it so well."

You roll your eyes. "Don't forget that I train for my jumps. You, on the other hand, cheat with your powers."

He laughs quietly, leans relaxed against the railing. "Maybe. But seeing how you fly over these obstacles... pretty cool."

His words surprise you. It's not often that Gojo sounds serious. You return his gaze, feeling that intangible sparkle behind his glasses.

"Is that a compliment?" you ask with a raised eyebrow.

He tilts his head slightly to the side, his smile softens. "Maybe."

The wind carries his voice as the sun slowly sets. In this moment, between heaven and earth, it feels as if you are both floating in the air for a brief moment.