The night hangs heavy over Tokyo. The streets glisten from the rain, while Gojo Satoru sits on a rooftop, his legs dangling over the edge, his gaze directed at the endless sky.

"You really always find the strangest places to think," you say as you sit down next to him.

He grins, his white hair gleaming slightly in the neon light. "Well, up here you see the world a little smaller."

But there is something behind the grin. A shadow that he can't hide.

"You've changed recently," you notice.

He falls silent for a moment. "You know... I've lost too much." His voice sounds almost foreign, quiet. "All the fights, the laughter, the jokes, but there are nights like this... I wonder if I was ever someone you could rely on."

Your heart clenches slightly. Gojo the untouchable suddenly seems fragile.

"You were never alone," you answer quietly. The wind blows around your ears. A moment of silence: