"Long time no see, Makoto~." Gojo eyes me, his goofy smile bringing a lot of old memories back to light. "That it has been, Gojo." I eye him, taking in his figure. "You two know each other?!" Yuuji freaks out a little bit. "We went to school, here, together." Gojo's voice is way too excited to say it. "Sadly," I add, rolling my eyes. "I see that sour puss attitude never changed." Gojo teases, his smile turning into a smirk as he leans down. "Towards you? It would never change." I hiss at him, narrowing my eyes. He chuckles softly, backing up. "Okay, okay. No need to get feisty." I hum, shoving my hands in my pockets. "What're you doing here anyway?" I look back up at Gojo, humming. "Toji recommended I came with Megumi, to rekindle some stuff with old friends." He nods, looking up at his students. "Well, that's nice of Toji." I nod, moving my hair out of my face. "Yeah, it is."

Later on that day, I was out, walking around the campus. I had my headphones in, humming softly to my music, not paying attention. I bump into someone, grunting before looking up to meet those all-too-familiar black eyes. "Geto." He smiles softly, chuckling. "Makoto." I smile back, humming. Geto looks down at me, his eyes half-way closed from smiling. "I see you've come with Megumi." I nod as he speaks, trying to keep myself level-headed. "Yeah, I did. Toji said I should rekindle things with old friends since I've been gone for so long." He chuckles softly, nodding. "Yeah, that was a good idea on his part." I chuckle, looking down for a moment. "Yeah. It was. I'm happy to see old friends, but not particularly happy to see Satoru." Geto nods, patting my head gently, "Yes I know. You two were never the best of friends." He extends his hand to me, offering to walk with me. I hum, gently taking his hand like I had so many times before.

We walk through the courtyard together, a comfortable silence between us. Me and Geto had been so close for such a long time, but when I left, we had dropped out of each other's lives. We went separate ways, with a promise between us that one of us would always come back to the other. I kept my promise as did he. "So, you ever get settled in Seoul like you always wanted?" I chuckle as he asks, shaking my head. "I was there for two years, moved back yesterday. Seoul just didn't feel the same." He nods, humming softly in response. "I see you didn't get with Shoko like you wanted." He chuckles, shaking his head. "No, I did not. But it's for the best." I nod, looking around. I can feel eyes staring bullet holes into me, making my hair on the back of my neck stand up. "What's wrong?" Geto seemed to have noticed my panicked state, stopping and turning me to him. "I…" I sigh, shaking my head. "I feel like someone's watching me, but I can't find them." I groan, rubbing my temples. "Maybe I'm just being paranoid." Geto looks around, humming softly. "I don't see anyone, but honestly it could be anything. You've always been physically sensitive to that type of stuff." I nod, sighing quietly. "Yeah, yeah. I know." I look up at Geto, letting my worries go. He's always been the one who had protected me through everything, even when I had figured out my technique. I was always grateful for the way he was caring for me.

After a while of walking, we spotted Gojo and the kids, sparring with their techniques. Of course, Gojo was standing by watching it happen, hands shoved in his pockets. Geto calls out to him, smiling. "Gojo!" Gojo turns around, looking at us. That black blindfold covered those hauntingly beautiful blues, but I could still feel them staring daggers into mine and Geto's clasped together hands. "Geto. Makoto." He forces a smile, walking over to us. "I see you've met our dear friend, again." Gojo's voice is full of jealousy, his smile turning sour. "I have. I missed her very much." Geto purrs softly, looking at me. Sometimes I forget that they are a whole foot taller than me, and always have been. I hum softly, pretending not to notice the obvious rivalry between the two. They talk for a moment longer before Megumi and Yuuji walk over to us. "Makoto." Megumi smiles gently at me, nodding at Geto. "Megumi." I smile back, gently letting go of Geto's hand, and walking with Megumi.

"So, you and Geto-sensei?" I shook my head, laughing as we walked. "No no. He's just a good friend of mine. We've always done that." Megumi nods, humming softly as we stop by one of the sakura trees. "Gojo has been asking about you non-stop. It's getting quite annoying." Megumi's voice is laced with annoyance, shaking his head. "He's always been nosy." I shake my head, rubbing my temples. "I'm sorry you have to put up with it." He shrugs. "It's fine. I'd rather deal with it than have you dealing with it." I nod, humming, looking back at Gojo and Geto. The two are very clearly quietly arguing, nothing like the overly loud ones they used to have. "I better go smooth whatever is going on over there." I turn on my heels, walking over to the two men.

"Oi. Can you two get over yourselves for 5 minutes and quit bickering?" They both look at me, grunting. "Don't look at me like that. You know I'm right." They glare at each other once more, Gojo walking away. I look at Geto, raising an eyebrow. "Do I even want to know what that was about?" Geto chuckles. "You, of course." I sigh, rolling my eyes. "I hate saying this, but please tell me it was different than all the other arguments." He nods, glancing at Gojo, who is staring daggers into him. "It was different, that's for sure." I hum, nodding. "Okay, well that's kind of a relief."

Later that night, I had already dropped Megumi off at Toji's, so now I was lying in my bed. I hum softly as I scroll through my Instagram feed, listening to some soft music in the background. My phone starts ringing, an unknown number popping onto my screen. I hum in curiosity, answering it. "Hello?" I mumble. "Hey, Makoto." That voice was so familiar, so silky and smooth. "Gojo…?" He chuckles, I could feel the smirk through the phone. "Yeah. I found your number online. I just wanted to call to check up on you." I hum, rolling my eyes. "Why, so suddenly, do you care about me? Last time I checked you wanted me dead for taking, and I quote, 'your precious Geto' from you." He hums, chuckling softly. "That was 4 years ago. I've changed. So have you." I sigh. "Why did you call me?" He sighs gently. "I was calling to let you know one of my students, Yuuji, is missing. He's a vessel for Sukuna. I think he's heading your way." I sit up in my bed, eyes wide. "Are you serious?" He hums. "Very. If I know anything about Sukuna, when he sees something he wants, he goes for it. And he'll force Yuuji into his head just to get it." I get out of bed, throwing on a shirt, groaning. "Fuck bro…" I set my phone down, putting Gojo on speakerphone. "I'm hoping I'm wrong." Gojo's voice is slightly worried, the concern peering through. "So, you called to make sure I was still alive?" "Yes. Sukuna is brutal. You know that." I hum, looking for my gloves. "Yeah, I know. Where the fuck are they…?" I grunt as I heave a box onto my table, searching through it. "Did you ever perfect that electricity technique?" "Yeah, I need my gloves for it, so I don't overdo it. I don't want to kill Yuuji if I have to do anything with it." Gojo chuckles softly. "Trust me, that should be the least of your worries. Sukuna won't let him die, even with your voltage surging through his system." I sigh, thankful for that because it is hopeless to find those gloves. "Well, I hate asking this, but will you stay on the phone with me while I wait for them to get here?" Gojo chuckles softly, teasing me playfully, "Aw~ Someone wants me on the phone longer." I roll my eyes, groaning. "Don't get ahead of yourself."

30 minutes pass and I'm startled by a slight knock on my door. "What was that?" Gojo mutters, clearly also startled by it. "Someone knocked on my door." I get up and walk over to it. I look through the peephole, my breath hitching in my throat. It's Yuuji alright, but his face is covered in the black markings of Sukuna. "Shit…" I quietly rush over to my phone, putting it to my ear. "He's here." My voice is laced with fear, my heart pounding out of my chest. "I'm coming. I'll be there as soon as possible." I hum softly, the knocking starting up again, Sukuna's fists pounding into the wood of my door. "Makoto~! Let me in~" I set my phone down, gulping before I called out to him. "I don't think so, Sukuna!" I could hear that dark chuckle through the door. "I can smell the fear seeping off of your skin from here~" My eyes widen as he rips the doorknob out my door. I cower behind the counter of my kitchen, steadying my breathing. I can hear his heavy footsteps making their way through my house. "Oh, Makoto~ Where are you~?" My heart beats even faster, my eyes closed tightly. His footsteps slowly make their way over to my kitchen, stopping almost directly in front of the counter. "I wonder…" He moves more, stopping in front of me.

"Found you~"