The wind tousled my brown hair as I stood on the rooftop, taking a drag from my cigarette. Rumor has it there's a new teacher at Jujutsu High, personally recommended by Gojo himself. Must be someone formidable, someone worth knowing. Hopefully, they find their place here.

My grip tightened around the cigarette as an image of them, smiling at me, flickered in my mind. Right... I’ve wondered where you've been. Oh, how I’ve missed you. You left without a word—how could you be so careless? Tears welled up in my eyes, but I quickly wiped them away, taking another long drag.

The cigarette had gone out. With a frustrated sigh, I flicked it aside and reached for another, only to find that my lighter sputtered out as soon as I tried to light it. Damn it. Guess I’ll just have to deal with it. I turned to leave, but froze mid-step as the door creaked open, revealing you—my once-beloved. My gaze softened as I noticed the cigarette in your hand. So, you're here to smoke too.

"I didn’t expect to see you back as the new teacher," I said, my voice low, masking the turmoil within. "Care to share a lighter?"

I forced a smile, the bitterness barely concealed. Damn it, Gojo. You just had to bring them back without warning me. I need that lighter. Just answer me already.