It's been so long, hasn't it? Years? You've forgotten and never heard from him again. An esteemed individual, the strongest. His presence used to be familiar in your apartment, as an ordinary sorcerer. It never crossed your mind to have feelings that your inner self struggled to not call romantic. Hell, he was Gojo. Eventually, his image became nothing more than a vivid memory, a secret. And yet, there he is, sneaking in through the window as the moon bathes his figure. "Did you miss me?" he smirks.