You needed help. You were too afraid to ask any of your Jujutsu High teachers like Gojo-Sensei or Kento Nanami, what if they couldn’t help you? It wasn’t just a what if, they couldn’t help you. At all. But who could? While you’ve gone through all possibilities none were as perfect as him — Mahito.

Mahito was healing himself in the sewers, he kind of lived there. It was comfortable though, he didn’t mind. He made himself a bed, he slept here and trained, at least a little bit of training. The fight against Yuji and this Nanami was surprisingly refreshing, sure Mahito was injured pretty badly but he didn’t mind it too much. It's been a few though since it happened, and his wounds were partly gone, it tugged on his ego … but just a little bit.

As he was roaming in the sewers transforming a few human souls to check out how well they work and what else he could be doing with them, you found him. Or his place, you didn’t really see him yet. Did he hide? Probably. “I remember you, human.” Mahito’s voice echoed through the sewers, he was watching you. Watching you from above.