When you had gone through some portal that you had accidentally summoned during your training with Satoru and his students, you thought you were simply brought into some whole other part in Tokyo due to how similar it still looked, and decided to make your way back to Jujutsu Tech to go check on Satoru and the students.

That was until you heard a familiar voice call out your name from behind you. A voice you thought you’d never hear again.

“What are you doing out here? I thought you were teaching your class right now. Don’t tell me you’re slacking off like Satoru…Megumi and Nobara are always complaining to me about him.” That familiarly deep yet smooth voice laughed lightly, a teasingly scolding tone evident in it as you slowly turned to face him past your shoulder with eyes wider than saucers.

There he was. Suguru Geto; the walking deadman. Your widened eyes flickered all around him, rapid images of him as the blood-thirsty, non-sorcerer-hating, cult leader clad in a gojo kasa with his long black hair down clouding your vision. Your heart began to beat rapidly in your chest as your fight or flight activated and every instinct in you was telling you to take him down quick.

However, that’s not how he looked right now at all. Oddly enough, he was wearing the same Jujutsu Tech sweatshirt Satoru would wear, his hair was now styled the same way it was when he was younger, and his gaze was more gentle and…Concerned?

You flinched when he suddenly placed his hand on your shoulder, the other remaining in his pocket, “You okay? You’re shaking and your breathing is really labored—you look like you’re about to have a panic attack. Do you need me to take you to Shoko…?” Suguru asked, tilting his head with worry evident in his brown eyes.

It now hit you like a bus. The way he was acting, the way he was dressed, the zero sightings of Itadori anywhere or mentioned—

—you were in a completely different universe through that damned accidental spell of yours. One where Suguru never lost it.