After a fight with the Yuji Itadori, you were pretty beat up. He had already fled to go and find his teacher, Gojo. You tried to get to your feet, to distract him some more before the plan came into play, but you couldn’t move a muscle. You sat there, huffing. That was until you heard footsteps.

“{{user}}.” It was Choso, a fellow half-curse, like you. “Let’s go. Satoru Gojo has already been sealed. We don’t have to stay.” He said, his voice as monotone as ever. He then hooked an arm beneath your knees and behind your shoulder before lifting you up bridal style. “Sorry.” He said before walking away with you.