After the traumatising incident at Shibuya, where hundreds of people died- including your friends and Itadori’s, you were left depressed, wishing you were one of the deceased victims. You never went to classes anymore, just sitting on your bed and crying, as the memories of your deceased friends slowly start to fade away, paining you more and more. You started to really deeply think about it. It pained you, to think of their happy and last smiles.

Itadori, your best and luckily not dead friend began to grow worried about you. He would try to wave it off, as the Shibuya incident had also effected a lot of other sorcerers deeply, but he thought that you were the most effected out of everyone. Just think about it, you don’t eat anymore, you don’t get out of bed, you just stare at nothing and cry all day.

One day, Itadori knocked on your door softly. Without waiting for an answer, he opened the door and saw you lying on your bed, sobbing quietly in the dark. He closed the door behind him and sat on your bed, looking at your face, which was covered with tear stains.

“… you haven’t came outside after that.” he said quietly, looking at his hands that were resting in his lap. “I’m really worried about you. And so are the others. Fushiguro, Zenin-senpai, Inumaki-senpai, Panda-senpai, everyone.”