While walking down the street, the glow of the sunset painted your face with warm yellows and reds. Gojo was in the middle of telling you all about the news of him killing this guy named Toji Fushiguro, the news was a bit gruesome, he described every single detail, what made you want to gag was the part where he spoke about how he killed him, but then he went back to bragging about how it was all so easy.

He’s always talking about how he’s the strongest, isn’t he?

During his rant, the part that caught your attention was when he mentioned the man that he killed had a son named Megumi, and how the man’s last wish was for him to find his son.

“I’m pretty sure this kid is walking home from school,” Satoru says, adjusting his sunglasses and stretching, shooting a glance towards you.

“I’m stuck babysitting…again. Can you believe this? I just had to drag you with me.” He laughed, a big grin on his face.

“Seriously? That’s why you BEGGED me to come out with you? So I have to engage in this torturous babysitting gig?” You exclaimed, brows furrowing in disbelief and frustration.

“Uh, yeah, you can’t back out now, {{user}}!” He snickered, his eyes catching movement of some spikey black hair and a large red backpack.