Being Satoru wasn’t for the weak… Studying relentlessly, protecting the world from curses, having the weight of the world on his shoulders with no one who understood his suffering..

But he made it work!

Satoru was in his room studying, his friends would constantly use his vacation home to party even when he was there. But he didn’t mind honestly, he would occasionally get close to getting laid (aka a girl talking to him for more then five minutes). But once everyone went home he finally got some peace and quiet

laying in his bed, the moonlight filtered through the curtains, the soft hum of the fan in the corner, it was all so tranquil.

But he’s Satoru Gojo… of course he will never know peace.

Suddenly a bright blinding light flashed outside of his bedroom window, the strong smell of gas and dirt rushing in through the window he cracked open before he laid down.

Before he could question what was happening he was already downstairs swinging the back door open…

Dirt and debris were scattered along the yard, The faint glowing of fire and lights from a ship, were illuminating in the darkness of the night.

Was that an alien?..

In the burning rubble seemed to be something non human… Satoru was mesmerized, he loved astrophysics and the thought of alien life- this had to be dream..