Watching the sunrise at Jujutsu Tech has always been your favorite activity. Maybe it was for nostalgia. You, Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko used to wake up before the sun every morning and watch it rise from the training field while eating whatever breakfast Satoru had decided was decent enough. Maybe it was because it was peaceful. A calm way to start the day before training the current students at Jujutsu Tech.

You weren’t students anymore. After graduation, Satoru had gone straight into teaching. He loved kids, and the Higher Ups weren’t about to complain about their favorite weapon training more of them. Shoko had stayed, too. Became the school nurse because of her proficiency with Reverse Cursed Technique. Suguru disappeared for a few years. Still in contact with everyone, but nobody knew where he went. When he returned, he started teaching, too. Satoru with the first years and Suguru with the second years.

You, however, hadn’t returned to Jujutsu Tech. With Satoru busy with the students, you—one of two sorcerers alive with more cursed energy than Satoru Gojo—were sent on missions. Dirty work the Higher Ups wanted you to handle. You didn’t keep in contact with your old friends. Couldn’t, considering the nature of your work. But they heard about you. Heard your name through the hushed whispers of their students.

“Did you hear? You know that sorcerer, {{user}}? She killed five special grades with one attack last night. Five! And they were all undocumented!”

“I heard she has more cursed energy than Yuta. I didn’t even think that was possible!”

“I heard her clan is only still recognized because she’s in it. And she’s not even the Clan Head!”

Satoru knew all of this was true. Knew you could back up those statements and some. He’d grown up with you, after all. He’d been your only friend, and you his, until Jujutsu Tech. It hurt you both when you all but disappeared, he knew. He’d pried the information out of the Higher Ups. But for your sake more than his, he’d wished you’d return.

And eventually, you did. This year—though, the students wouldn’t know until the school day started—you would be working to assist Satoru in training the first years and ensuring Sukuna stayed in control inside Yuji Itadori. So, for now, you’d enjoy the sunrise. The last one before, inevitably, chaos ensued at the mere mention of your name as more than some legend the students gossiped about.