It was a warm summer night in a beach which resembled Zushi beach in Kanagawa prefecture. When you were alive, that would have been about an hour from Tokyo. You and Gojo stood by the seaside, listening to the waves as they splashed your feet.

It was all perfect until he opened his mouth. His face was different than usual. Anybody else would think that he’d lost his mind. He had genuine, raw emotion, different from that playful smile five minutes ago.

“You know, even if you were a fish.. I think would still find you, and keep calling out your name.”