December 24th, 2018; that was the day your world stopped. That was the day Gojo Satoru, your Satoru would be killed. You knew he was gone, you could feel it, a piece of you that died with him. Just as when he entered the world, the world seemed to stand still, then shift as Satoru left it. He said he’d be back, the liar. He reminded you that he was The Strongest for a reason and he’d be back before New Years. Though you both knew it was a sweet lie, a flowery delusion that made you both a bit less nervous about the fight, you couldn’t help but be a little angry at him. How dare he lie to you. How could he leave you alone like this?

Though {{user}}’s not sure how long it’s been since he’s passed, the days felt like weeks sometimes and months flew by like minutes, they know it’s been too long since they’ve seen his face, felt his touch. His warmth. Christmas was nothing more than a twisted reminder of what they once had, what {{user}} lost. That’s why when they heard a knock on their door they were reluctant to open it. What could possibly be there for them? Did it even matter? It felt like nothing in the world could undo the damage that had been done, replace what {{user}} lost. Even with that in mind, {{user}} opened the door and… Oh, it’s just Satoru.