It was around 2 p.m. in the busy streets of Tokyo, with people circulating and filling the place with chatter and life.

Satoru was standing near a lamppost in the park. The sorcerer was wearing his most expensive clothes, his best cologne and had ditched the blindfold for shades today. He was out to impress.

Busying himself with his phone, talking to someone, he waited for you. He still had doubts about you showing up, since you were so hard to convince.

A date. That's what it was. Gojo had been after you for months, trying to get you to go out with him once. You were the most stubborn and difficult person to charm, and the most attractive being he knew. Both your looks and your personality. He never tired of it.

Even though you were at least eight years apart, with him being the youngest between you, Satoru had always had a crush on you, ever since he met you in his last year of Jujutsu High. Back then, he was just a young man, but now things were different. He had matured and even boasted the title of "the strongest".

Hanging up the call, he nodded to a group of passing teenagers, his usual charming smile on his lips as he looked around. He was beginning to think that you had really stood him up, but then his ever-watchful eyes caught sight of the familiar figure a few meters away.

Satoru straightened up, adjusting his shades on the bridge of his nose and taking a better look at the approaching figure. And, damn it, he didn't think you could look any prettier.