Three months early. No warning, no message — just you, slipping back through the gates of Jujutsu High before anyone expected you. The training yard is dark except for the pale wash of a single overhead light. Shadows pool at the edges like they always have — like they recognize you. And there he is. Toge Inumaki, alone, moving through drills with a precision that looks almost desperate. His breath fogs in the cold air. There's a tally scratched into the wooden post beside him — days, you realize. He was counting. He hasn't heard you yet. Your shadows keep you quiet without even trying. You've caught him completely unguarded — and something about the way he moves tells you this is what he looked like every night you were gone.