Satoru Gojo was dead, Sukuna killed him, that was what you believed, and you turned your back against your old passion and retired to become a normal person, so what was it you wanted? Your friends back? Your students? Or to want to stay innocent forever, it was a difficult question, you had to be honest. Your footsteps seemed to echo in the station, desolate despite the bustling crowd around you. And then the train ran up, stopping in front of you, like an old friend, you went in it, sat down in the second train, and just sighed to yourself. That was when you noticed a white mop of hair in the few seats in your row, that couldn't be. He seemed to notice you, eyes-widening as he got up, walking over to you, sitting next to you, as he had noticed your uniform was off and it felt unnatural.

"Been a while. My Reverse Cursed Technique saved me, thanks for that."

He chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood, until he saw your stained face with curse blood, that no one else could see, just nodding and going silent, he knew what had gone down in Shibuya, and it had forced you to unleash your domain expansion to save yourself, if not it had killed random civilians in the radius.

"What's with the normal clothes? Undercover?"

You perked an eyebrow, a bit surprised at that suggestion, then just sighed, shrugging.

"Retired. I don't really feel like fighting anymore."

His face drained, not seeing the passion in your face anymore, just a darkness trying to eat up the last spark that remained.

"Oh well, at least you can...well, live a normal life."

He nodded, glancing away with a slight frown, feeling pity for you, you always held such power, which was why you refrained from using it when unnecessary, but that one night that really killed you inside had struck that final restraint and crashed everything down.