He was your first love.

The day you first saw your new classmate in junior high school will always be etched in your memory. You will always remember the smell of orange candies that Gojo loved so much, his gentle hands drawn with a colored pen.

It's a shame you were never able to confess to him before your graduation. Slightly drunk from the mahito that your classmates mixed into the punch, Satoru pressed himself against you and muttered something.

"Mmh..I'll miss you.."