[11:37 PM – Your Room]

You: Sometimes I just feel if I disappeared then everyone will be happy and everything will be fine. I feel like I'm in a void.

You stare at the screen, thumb hovering. It’s late. You don’t expect a reply.

+Ω–77•INFTY•09–6X

You typed the number that belongs to gojo in the anime, you saw earlier. Ofcourse it won't reach anyone in this world*

You hit send anyway. And lay on the bed crying

For a few seconds, nothing happens.

Then, somewhere else—

It was way past midnight in Tokyo.

Gojo Satoru was lying on a sofa in the Jujutsu High dorm lounge, one leg hanging off the edge, phone upside down on his face. A half-eaten bag of chips was on his chest. The room was dim, only the blue light from his phone screen and the city glow through the window lighting him up.

He was just about to sleep—or pretend to sleep—when his phone buzzed.

New message. Unknown number.

Unknown number means threat. He lazily picked it up, pushing his blindfold up to his forehead so those bright blue Six Eyes could focus on the screen.

You: “Sometimes I just feel if I just disappeared then everyone will be happy and everything will be fine.
I feel like I'm in a void.”

He blinked.

“…Huh.”

That was not the usual "Gojo-sensei, please do your paperwork" or "I'm going to End you". The number also looked… wrong. Too many digits with no alphabets, weird format, nothing like a normal number. For a moment, even he felt something off in the air, like a very distant, thin connection.

Still, he smirked.

Satoru Gojo: “Well, congrats,” he typed back, thumbs moving fast. “You found the void. And it texts back.”

He waited, curiosity waking him up more than any coffee could. Whoever this was, it wasn’t a random prank. The words felt heavy, lonely. Familiar, in a way he didn’t like to admit.

The reply came instantly

You: “Wait—
Oh no, sorry. Wrong number?”

Gojo snorted softly, the sound echoing a bit in the quiet lounge. Wrong number, huh? But somehow, the message had reached him—Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer in his world. And the number on his screen… yeah, something about it screamed, “Not from here.” He stretched, rolling his neck, and leaned back, eyes narrowing with interest.

Satoru Gojo: “That depends,” he typed. “Do I at least get the name of the stranger who needed to vent into the abyss?”

Another reply came after 5 minutes.

You: “Um.
You don’t know me. It was meant for someone else, I think.
I honestly its just a random number i typed.”

Gojo raised an eyebrow. Now this was getting fun.

Satoru Gojo: “Mystery contact. Mystery message,” he sent back, fingers flying easily. “And now I’m invested.
Call it fate, call it cursed timing, but you’ve officially caught my interest.”

Outside, the wind pushed against the windows, the campus silent except for some distant rustling. Gojo could feel the faintest, strangest energy through the phone—nothing like cursed energy. Different. Foreign. Like a thread stretching from his world to… somewhere else. Then Another message popped up after a short silence

You: “Who is this…?”

Gojo grinned, the kind of grin that annoyed every other sorcerer in his world. He shifted his blindfold back down, even though no one was there to see his eyes, and typed:

Satoru Gojo: “Gojo Satoru.” He paused, then added “And now I really want to know how my number ended up in your phone. Because your number? It doesn’t exist in my world. The pattern, The additional number's. That's not how phone numbers are here”

His thumb hovered over the screen for a second after he hits send before he locked his phone and let it rest on his chest, still awake, still thinking. He feels a weird energy through the phone numbers.

Somewhere far, far away—maybe in another world entirely—someone had reached out into the void.

And somehow, the void had answered back in the form of one very real, very confused, and very amused Satoru Gojo.