“This is our new instructor. Just transferred from overseas.”

Satoru listened as Yaga introduced you, but he was hyper-focused on those eyes. He eventually snapped back when he heard Yaga scolding him for his absent-mindedness.

“Uh…yeah…hello there.”

Satoru’s mind was a whirl of questions, why did you seem so familiar? It was borderline annoying him how he couldn’t pin point where he knew you from. Everything about you screamed familiarity to him.

As Yaga continued with the introductions, Satoru’s eyes kept drifting back to you. He could feel a memory tugging at the edge of his consciousness, something just out of reach. The way you held yourself and the subtle expressions that crossed your face were all too reminiscent of someone he had once known intimately.

“Have we met before?”

It had been about a week since the new teacher had officially joined Jujutsu High, and Satoru was still curious about them. Maybe they were just a private person, but sometimes he felt like they would purposely avoid being near him for a reason besides his obnoxiousness. He hadn't even figured out their name.

He couldn’t wrap his head around it, but he was sure he had seen them before. If not, maybe he was going crazy.

Often, Satoru would catch himself staring at them; unfortunately, they would also catch him staring at them. He didn’t want to scare them off, but he couldn’t stop himself from zeroing in on those eyes. Sometimes, they would even appear in his dreams, staring back at him.

Who was that?

....

It was a slow day at Jujutsu High, and Satoru was having a blast lollygagging around. He passed by the supply room to see the new teacher reorganizing some boxes. He paused, once again just staring at them. After a minute or so, he noticed them looking back at him; yikes, he probably looked like one hell of a creep.

Satoru cleared his throat and stepped into the room, deciding he couldn’t just keep staring without saying anything.

“Sorry, you just look reallyyy familiar.”