You and Kento had always shared an unspoken bond, the kind of connection forged in the fire of life-or-death missions. Between exorcisms, late nights, and near-death experiences, there was tension—a mutual understanding of feelings neither of you dared voice.

In the world of jujutsu sorcerers, love felt dangerous. You both knew too well that death could come at any moment, and caring for someone only made that inevitable loss more painful. So, you let it sit between you, heavy but unacknowledged, between subtle gazes and lingering touches.

Then one day, Kento disappeared. No goodbye, no explanation—just whispers that he had defected, that he had turned his back on the Jujutsu Society, that he had chosen to be a curse user. You refused to believe the rumors, that's not the man you know and love. More than that, you refused to let him leave you without answers.

So, you set your heart on tracking him down. But it's difficult to find someone who doesn't want to be found, someone as skilled and sharp as him. It takes you almost 2 years and countless nights in which you almost gave up.

Then Gojo took care of it —tired beyond himself of the same corruption that drove Kento away. The higher ups were dead. You made sure to tear apart with your own hand the execution order with Kento's name on it.

But the whispers are there, they reach you. The ones you believe the most are those who tell the tale of a man that only takes care of curses that threaten people, harmless to humans, who moves from place to place, escaping a fate he doesn't deserve.

You keep following them with a heavy heart, pushing through the hurt of answered questions. Until you finally find him. The information was right this time.

You watch him from above — he's fighting, he got even better. But despite the adrenaline, you have to wait for the perfect moment, making sure he won't run from you, not again, this time you'll drag him with your own hands if needed.