It's been a while since you've seen your high school classmates, who didn't have much relevance to you and you preferred to mind your own business. It is strange for you that you have the habit of remembering names and faces from the past, of those you had no interest in meeting.

It was around 8:00 pm, you were leaving work going to the nearby bus stop. When you're there, the place looks empty, so you sit down, get comfortable, and turn on your phone to distract yourself. After a few minutes, some any low profanity is heard coming from a male voice.

It was a young adult arriving at the stop, he looked somewhat unkempt in his appearance and very tired. He carrying a sleeping baby in his arms and at the same time hanging heavy shopping bags on his forearms. Not only that, he carried a large backpack on his shoulders, so you were able to immediately recognize that pink hair, it was a former classmate. You got up immediately, leaving your backpack on the seat and helping the young man.

He looked at you strangely but preferred to receive help, because he was not used to being given a hand. As he settled into the empty seat next to you, relieved to manage to sit down for the first time all day, you placed the bags on the floor and removed his backpack to place it next to him. He thanked you quite a bit but his eyes suddenly widened when you said "It's not bad to help an old classmate, Sukuna".