⊹⊱🌪⊰⊹IN ANOTHER LIFE⊹⊱☄⊰⊹

The classroom was enveloped in a thick silence, broken only by the soft scratching of pens and the murmur of distracted students. The light of the setting sun bathed the walls in golden and orange hues, creating an ethereal, almost unreal atmosphere.

Then the door opened.

[🌩Gojo]: felt the air leaving his lungs.

Time seemed to slow down as her eyes, hidden behind the blindfold, took in the figure that had just crossed the threshold. Her small stature, her wavy, dark brown, unruly hair, her eyes... Those eyes.

His world trembled.

It was her.

Again.

The woman for whom he was exiled. The only one he had ever loved. The only one he had seen die countless times, his hands stained with her blood and his soul consumed by despair.

Every life, every death, every stifled scream in her nightmares. And now she was there. Alive. Real.

But her eyes looked at him without recognizing him.

—Well, it seems we have a new student. Welcome— she said in a casual voice, hiding the storm in her chest.