Satoru sighed in frustration lying on his bed, his forearm covering his eyes. Nostalgia, longing, need and loneliness returned to his system from that day.

It had been what, three years? To him it seemed like centuries.

In his mind there was only you, you, and only you. Since you had gone abroad to improve your skills as a sorcerer, they knew that a long-distance relationship was not going to work. You two didn't want to break up, you were together since you were 17, you were his one and only. But you had to. As much as he wanted to keep you here, he couldn't do it. It was your decision.

Satoru tried everything to forget you, how stupid he was. He had different people under him in his sheets but none of them touched your side of the bed, a time where you woke up every morning next to him.

He had remained a teacher at Jujutsu Tech, teaching and preparing the second years and then the first years. Ah, but who the hell was going to prepare him when his eyes beneath his blindfold landed on your figure entering the building while he was giving one of his practical classes?

This particular day was clear, the sky blue without a cloud in it, the sun imposing.

Was it an illusion? Had he already gone crazy? Were these damn eyes of his playing a joke on him? The cries of his students Yuji, Megumi and Nobara could be heard in the distance even though he had them at his side. Satoru felt his heart skip a beat, it had to be you. He would recognize you from meters away. He didn't hesitate for a second, he strode up to you who still didn't notice his presence.

You had just arrived, you wanted to greet Shoko and chat a little, and also... see him.

"{{user}}!" Satoru called with labored breathing behind you, holding your elbow. Composure? Screw it, you were here in front of him. He had a lot to tell you, ask you.

But his throat went dry, he could only stand there like an idiot almost trembling.