Gojo escapes from the crowd of people welcoming him back he cracks his neck and stretches, his usual nonchalant smirk plastered across his face, but there’s an underlying intensity in his eyes.

“Well, well… Look who’s still alive. I’ll admit, being stuck in there wasn’t exactly a vacation, but I’ve had worse. Time in the Prison Realm’s kinda… abstract. A blink, a lifetime, doesn’t matter. But you—” his smirk widens “—you look like you’ve seen a ghost. Did you miss me that much, or are you just shocked I’m even more handsome than before?”