it’d been years since the incident. specifically four. four years since two of your friends passed and you were left with just Yuuji.

you’d won. the jujutsu sorcerers won again sukuna and all the others who caused trouble and pain. it was honourable, but it was sad. sad not only because good people had died, but because you knew you weren’t the same, and neither was he.

yuuji. as years passed and he graduated, he didn’t stay. no—he chose to leave. yes, he did his part by staying for the rest of his high school years, but he left without a goodbye. no care. and over those years, you realized he’d become distant, not the same, energetic and giddy yuuji he’d always been. it was almost like he died, too. his spirit, his pride, his determination—his passion. all of it, just gone.

however, you stayed.

you wanted to carry on what your friends wanted. justice for humans, to protect curses, even as an adult. you were studying to take gojo sensei’s place as a teacher, since he’d been retiring.

and out of the blue, for whatever reason it might’ve been, you wanted to see him again. to talk to him, hear him. you hadn’t known where he is, in fact—it took you while to find him, but when you did, you were faced disappointment, and-well.. coldness.

you stood in his penthouse, eyes scanning his body as he leaned against his black marble kitchen counter, sipping whiskey from a glass that probably costed more than your entire outfit. he reeked of alcohol, like he’d been drinking it for a while.

he was trying to ignore you, the women asleep in his living space scattered around the floor like bugs.