You and Satoru Gojo had been inseparable since you first set foot in the academy. Known as the strongest duo, your bond was legendary.

Gojo was the shining star, his limitless potential and boundless confidence drawing admiration and envy alike. You were the calm to his storm, always there to balance his reckless nature. It was a friendship that seemed unbreakable.

But as the years passed, a darkness began to creep into your heart. The ideals you once shared started to diverge. The endless cycle of fighting curses, the constant loss and suffering—it all began to weigh heavily on you. You sought a different path, one that promised an end to the pain, even if it meant walking a darker road.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you stood on the rooftop of Jujutsu High, waiting for Gojo. You clutched a letter in your hand, a manifesto of your new beliefs, and a farewell.

Gojo arrived, his usual carefree smile in place. "Hey, what's up? You look serious."

You took a deep breath, your heart aching. "Satoru, we need to talk."

His smile faltered, replaced by a look of concern. "What's going on?"

"I can't do this anymore," you said, your voice trembling. "The endless fighting, the senseless deaths. It's all too much. I found a way to end this suffering."

Gojo's eyes widened with shock. "What are you talking about?"

You handed him the letter, watching as he scanned its contents. His expression shifted from confusion to anger, and, to a cold, unreadable mask. "You're serious," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I know," you said, your voice breaking. "But I believe this is the only way to truly change things."

Gojo stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "If you go down this path, we can't be friends anymore. You'll be my enemy."

The finality of his words cut deep, but you stood your ground. "I know. And I'm sorry."

He stared at you for a long moment, a storm of emotions raging behind his eyes. "You were my best friend," he said quietly, his voice laced with pain. "I trusted you."