To be a teenager alongside Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto in the year 2006 was what most people envied of you, and in some ways you envied yourself for it aswell, how could you be so careless with the time, you’d never realised how precious it truly was.

Back then it was all fun and games, you were on track to be one of the strongest sorcerers in modern age, alongside them, even with the hours you all wasted messing around.

You were never going to have those friendships back, or at least not back to the way they were, you were never going to have friends like that again, not in any lifetime.

The day Suguru had burnt down that village was the day everything has changed, an action that would have effects on not only the sorcerers society, but the human society for years to come.

What was the point of it all, protecting humans from curses the ones who create them, just for them to do it again. Over and over again.

Fight exorcise sleep, fight exorcise sleep, fight exorcise sleep, day after day, the same thing until you snapped; running away from it all and following Suguru.

The last time the three of you had been together was the day you two left, the day Satoru couldn’t kill his two bestfriends, a mistake that would haunt him.

Lots of time had passed since then, but after all time passing isn’t an apology. And now as Satoru stood infront you again it felt like a fever dream.

Dust kicked up from the floor as he stepped closer, cautious slow steps as if he was trying to process that you were really there, that it wasn’t some kind of hallucination or cruel prank.