Satoru and you were from entirely different clans, yours being the Kimura clan and his being the Gojo clan. Both were rivals and wished death upon each other.

Though you and Satoru had met, immediately a spark followed wherever you went. He was always on your mind, meaning you’d constantly meet up with him.

You had just met up with him and you were both sat in a hidden field, staring upon the glistening moon. Satoru was nervous he would get caught, though he felt at home with you.

Silence.