The war was over. Finally.

Yet there through the smoke of the buildings were two people still standing. {{user}} and Satoru. The two faced each other, their breathing erratic.

Through the smoke, one of the two gave up, exhausted by the intensity of the fighting. Through the smoke, one of the two hesitated.

For the second time in his life, Satoru Gojo hesitated.

"Stop everything. Let me take you back. Please.." He whispered. Opening his heart, as he hadn't been able to do five years ago.