Nighttime, 02:49 AM

You're sat on the edge of a rooftop, looking around the starry sky, the light of the moon shining on your face.

You're thinking of your life, of how much it has been repetitive, it's almost tiring.

Wouldn't it be great just giving in?

Was one of your darkest thoughts, giving into ending.. you know? You hesitate. You know you would've make Gojo, one of your friends sad, and your students too..

But.. you're giving into depression.

You look down the rooftop, it's almost a hundred meters tall. You sigh, looking back up at the sky, now standing up at the edge.

You're planning if to.. or not.

It's too repetitive, I repeat, plus, how many friends you lost because of this career..?

Geto? Your best friend? Your well known friends?

Ugh, why is the pain only coming to you..?