You were walking home after work, it had begun to snow lightly. Tonight was like every other night, boring and slow. Gojo had cancelled hanging out today due to his teacher duties. You kept your head down, stuck in your thoughts, when suddenly someone had called out your name.

“{{user}}. Long time no see.”

You look up, seeing Geto, alive and well, in front of your eyes, after 10 years. He walked closer, until just an inch separated you.

“You’re just as beautiful as the day I lost you.”