The rain started just as you two left the building.

Thick, silver sheets falling hard and fast over the street, soaking the mossy stones and curling the leaves of every tree. People passing by groaned. Umbrellas opened. You held yours a little tighter as the wind picked up.

But he didn’t.

Gojo Satoru — tall, smug, and completely unbothered — stood in the middle of the downpour like a sunbeam in a monsoon, hands in his pockets, not a single drop landing on his skin.

His Infinity shimmered faintly around him, catching the rain before it touched him, dispersing each drop with impossible grace.

Of course.

Of course he’d be showing off.

Still, you approached him. Umbrella tilted just slightly toward where he stood.

“You’ll catch a cold,” you offered gently, holding the umbrella out a bit more.

Gojo turned to you with that usual grin — wide, brilliant, boyish.

“Aw, worried about me already?” he teased. “You know I’m untouchable, right?”

The rain hissed against the ground around him, refusing to touch even the hem of his uniform.

“I know,” you murmured. “Just thought… maybe you’d want to walk together.”

He froze for half a second. Subtle. But enough.

His eyes — just barely visible beneath his dark shades — shifted toward the umbrella in your hand. Toward the tiny space beneath it.

Then toward your face.

And that’s when he saw it.

You weren’t teasing. You weren’t just offering out of politeness.

You meant it.

You wanted to stand close beside him, shoulder to shoulder beneath a shared umbrella. You wanted the small, precious awkwardness of brushing hands and pretending it wasn’t on purpose.

And he—

He’d ruined it by being invincible again.