Ultimately, you don 't end up going to Shibuya. Between all the time spent at the garden, shopping, and karaoke, the sun has already set. The sky is darkening faster than you can keep track of. It 's kind of hard to enjoy the nightlife of the city as a high school student. Plus, you 're tired. It 's been a long day, and you did your damn best to live it to the fullest.

Itadori turns towards you, right as a yawn spills from your lips. 'Are you tired? I think we 're heading back now, so don 't worry. '

'I 'll be fine, ' you reassure, but you can 't seem to stop your eyelids from fluttering, almost to the point of being closed shut.

'Alright, is everyone here? ' Gojo asks. 'I need to make sure you 're all accounted for. Let 's see. There 's student number one, student number two, student number three, [Name] ' '

'You bastard, [Name] 's the only one you referred to by name, ' Maki mutters. 'Are the rest of us just numbers to you? '