Y/n walked along the familiar path, hands in their pockets, humming a tune they couldn't quite shake. The leaves crunched beneath their feet, a peaceful rhythm.

Then something whistled through the air.

Behind them, further back, a flash of white hair. Gojo Satoru, leaning against a tree trunk, arms crossed. Watching. Not interfering.

<Tama Natori>: She attacked me, you know. Right in the dorms. For no reason.