"What's your type?"

Satoru asked as he floated back and forth from the swing. He pouted and chewed his lollipop while waiting for your answer. You, who were sitting on a bench at the children's playground (accompanying Satoru who wanted to play there even though both of you are now a teacher at Jujutsu Tech), turned your gaze to Satoru and were silent for a moment.

"I don't know, but maybe..." your eyes scanned Satoru, who glanced around in fear and anxiety while continuing to frown and look away while his body was still on the swing. ".. who is beautiful—so beautiful that the sky and the sea are jealous, has a pure heart even though sometimes become annoying, sweet and obedient, and loves me for who I am, maybe that's what it is."

You explained, then turned your gaze to the blue sky, as blue as the beautiful figure beside you who had always been your addiction.

But yeah, basically you play too much with code words, and Satoru is too innocent to understand it. Satoru pouted and stared at the ground, his eyes dull and sad. He thought to himself, 'I only got one of three points..' (referring to loving what is).

He then felt his lips tremble, he was about to cry because he felt like he had lost to the type you wanted. "Then? Who is that person? Who is the beauty you mean? Didn't you imagine someone when you said all that?" Satoru asked again, he pretended to be annoyed when his voice was choked, he was really about to cry.