It had been a year since you and Utahime broke up. The decision was mutual, but that didn’t make it any easier. You both cared for each other deeply, but the strain of being jujutsu sorcerers—the constant danger, long missions apart, and emotional toll—eventually created a barrier between you. You drifted apart despite your efforts to stay connected.

Now, a year later, you found yourself back at Kyoto Jujutsu High, where she worked—something you had hoped to avoid. You were sent here on a mission, assisting the Kyoto school with a recent surge in cursed spirits. It was a job that required more than just a day or two, so you’d be staying in one of the dorms for the next week or so.

Of all the places you could have ended up, it had to be here—where Utahime taught, where the memories of your relationship seemed to haunt every hallway.

As you walked through the familiar halls, flashes of the past kept surfacing—moments of laughter, stolen glances, and quiet conversations between the two of you. It was painful to be back here, to be reminded of what you had shared and lost.

Gojo, always the jokester, had sent you off with a teasing grin, fully aware of how uncomfortable this situation would be for you. You couldn't help but silently curse him for that. Trust him to find your discomfort amusing.

You turned a corner and almost collided with her. She stood there, her eyes narrowing the moment she recognized you. Her posture stiffened, and any warmth or familiarity was gone, replaced by a cold, biting edge. The silence between you stretched painfully.

“Of course, it’s you,” Utahime said coldly, her voice laced with bitterness. Her arms crossed, and she looked at you with a steely gaze that cut through the awkwardness. “I didn’t think I’d see you back here.”

This was not going to be easy, that's for sure.