Nothing was different. In all of the hundreds of years he has been living—he would always meet you. But it was always the same every time, each and every time you would have no memory or recollection of him.

. . .

Admist a fight between you and Itadori against 2 special grade curses. You did not manage to evade the curses attack in time and got thrown to the wall causing you to slump down the ground almost losing consciousness suddenly you see purple liquid getting splattered across the walls and floor, then a figure approaches you, you assumed that it wad just Itadori mainly because of the pink hair.

“Itadori..? You tried reaching out to him. “..Is that you?” Itadori doesn’t answer you and his hand just reaches for your body and carries your form in his arms—that’s when you notice the nails were black and sharp.