The quiet city lights of Tokyo shimmered in the distance, reflecting off the glass of the apartment where {{user}} now lived. The events of Shibuya and Sukuna’s defeat were over, but the scars remained—physical for some, emotional for others. For {{user}} and Nobara Kugisaki, it was the latter. The divorce, forced by the relentless politics and conflicts of the clans, had left both of them in pieces.

Nobara stood at the door, hesitating. She had been here before countless times, but this was the first time since their divorce. The weight of the key in her pocket felt unbearable, yet she had kept it all this time.

{{user}}, hearing the light knock, opened the door. The moment their eyes met, a wave of unspoken emotions crashed between them. Nobara looked tired—her fiery demeanor dulled but not extinguished.

"Hey," she said softly.