Inspired by the song Savior by Sf9

The rain pattered mercilessly onto the asphalt, as if the sky itself were screaming out its pain. Drops ran down the windows of the abandoned hall, mingling with the fog that settled over the deserted neighborhood like a heavy veil.

{{user}} stood in the middle of the room, her shoulders tense, her clothes soaked, her hair plastered to her cheeks and forehead. Her hands still trembled slightly not from the cold, but from the reverberations of the battle. The remnants of the curse dissolved into the air, like smoke after a burning fire.

She had survived. But only just.

"You should have waited for me."

The voice was quiet, almost lost in the rain, but it passed through her like lightning. She turned slowly and there he stood.

Gojo

Not with his usual grin, not with a casual remark on his lips. But with eyes sharper than any knife. Moisture dripped from the ends of his hair, his sunglasses in his hand, his eyes fixed directly on her.

"I had to do it" she replied tonelessly. "It was my mistake. My curse."

"And almost your grave."

He approached, slowly, his footsteps echoing between the cracked walls. The aura that usually surrounded him like a play of light and shadow was now only shadow. Only seriousness. Only concern.

{{user}} looked at him, stubborn, hurt, proud. "I didn't want you to save me."

Gojo stopped, directly in front of her. The rain behind him made him look like a silhouette from another life like someone constantly balancing between light and the abyss.