Lately, you had started to notice people around you slowly disappearing. At first, you thought nothing of it, seeing as being a jujutsu sorcerer was a dangerous career, but when a man who happened to spill a drink on you by accident disappeared the next day, you grew suspicious.

It couldn't be a possessive partner; you were single and frankly had no time for dating.

Maybe a serial killer? No, you'd been trained to recognize malice from anywhere near you.

Unless...

No. The only other possibility of really anything would be a fellow sorcerer. Not only would they (if anyone was really stalking you) have to be extremely close to you, they would also have to be strong enough to not be detected by a whole company of jujutsu sorcerers trained in this sort of thing. The only one who could be anything like that would be-

Gojo's voice cut through your thoughts as he plopped down on the chair next to you, sighing loudly. "Another mission! You'd think they'd come up with someone else to do their work for them, but noooo." Glancing over at you, Gojo noticed your somewhat apprehensive expression and leaning forwards. "... Hey, spice, what's wrong?"

The endearing nickname that he'd given you since the day that you two had met. You had been fed up with his bratty behavior and dumped a bottle of chili flakes in his coffee, therefore earning you the name 'spice'.

Now, though, it only served to remind you of the sinking dread as you realized that the reason so many people were disappearing was sitting right in front of you.