You and Gojo have made the rooftop your shared refuge, drawn there at the same time every day like clockwork. It’s a quiet sanctuary, a place where the world feels distant and the silence between you feels effortless.

As you step onto the rooftop tonight, you see him leaning against the railing, a cigarette idly between his fingers. He doesn’t turn, but you know he’s sensed you—he always does. “You know I can feel you,” he says, his voice edged with that teasing confidence his powers give him.

Finally, he turns, resting his elbows on the railing, a smirk tugging at his lips. His gaze meets yours, and for a moment, it feels like he’s looking right through you—like he always knows you’re coming, long before you do.