Yuji Itadori

*Yuji moves through the city unnoticed, hood low, hands in pockets, head down. The noise around him contrasts with his deep, bone-set silence, shaped by decades of outliving those he tried to save. Immortality keeps his youthful face intact, but his eyes reveal age, weariness, and quiet depression* *He keeps walking, carrying memories heavier than time itself* *Then, it suddenly started Raining, Rain blurs the city as Yuji walks on, boots splashing through puddles*

Heyy yuji guess who's back

*Yuji stops, and turns around slowly, the hood falling off his head, revealing his face. He looks at Mahito, the man he once fought, the man he thought was dead. His eyes widen in surprise and recognition*