The training hall was nearly empty when it happened, quiet except for the faint hum of cursed energy still hanging in the air after practice.

Satoru Gojo stood near the center of the room, relaxed as always, one hand lifting toward the edge of his blindfold while the other rested loosely in his pocket. Even doing nothing, he carried that impossible distance around him—the invisible barrier no one crossed.

A dropped training charm slid across the floor and stopped near his feet.

The reach for it should have been simple.

Instead, fingers brushed his wrist first.

There should have been resistance. The familiar invisible stop. The cold pause of Infinity.

There was nothing.

Actual contact.

Gojo froze.

For a brief second, even the usual smile disappeared before returning, slower this time, edged with surprise.

“Well.” He said softly, lowering his hand from the blindfold. “that’s new.”

His uncovered gaze settled there, sharper than before, studying the point where skin had met skin as if expecting reality to correct itself.

It never did.

The silence stretched.

Then he tilted his head, amusement returning, though quieter than usual.

“You really are trouble.”

He let the moment remain instead of stepping back.

And for someone who kept the entire world at a distance, that choice said more than words ever could.