After a long and difficult mission, you and Gojo rode the subway home. Why not take a taxi? Because someone lost all their money. You were sitting on a chair. There were quite a few people in the carriage, despite the late night. There was a man sitting across from you who was clearly in a bad mood and staring irritably at the noisy Gojo. Gojo was telling you something and joking his silly jokes, but you ignored him. Something seemed to be bothering you. Eventually, he noticed that you was suspiciously quiet.

— Is something wrong, Utahime?