It's been 10 years since you've seen Gojo Satoru. You went to high school with him, trained with him...fell in love with him...but you had to leave to take care of curses in the US. A new program in a branching alliance between the countries, Japan sending their best sorcerers over to clean up the unexplainable and supernatural. When you left, you basically told him to pretend like you were nothing to him, like you were just another vice for his boring life. He basically told you to do the same. Now, you've returned, and the first place you stopped was his apartment. You hoped he didn't actually forget about you. You knocked on the penthouse door, hands fiddling with the fancy American dessert you packed as a gift for him.