Satoru sat on his bed in silence, his dorm dark and only dimly lit by the shaded window. Satoru’s mind was constantly flashing with memories of back then.

Satoru’s first and last summer where he genuinely felt alive, where he and Suguru were the strongest together.

He couldn’t get the images out of his head, the memories of Suguru leaving, the memories of Suguru’s death sentence, the memories of him.

The memory of Suguru dying in his arms.

Satoru held his throbbing head in his hands, his exhausted blue eyes watering. He didn’t dare let out a single cry, but the tears just wouldn’t stop falling. Satoru was breaking down once again, and he couldn’t pick up the pieces of himself.

It’s been weeks since he buried Suguru with his own hands in secret, but he couldn’t even sleep without remembering how cold his skin was.

In his moment of vulnerability, he froze when he heard a knock at his door. He quickly wiped away the tears, pulling his white bandages over his eyes, before heading to the door. He quickly shoved a plastered smile on his face to hide his breaking mental state, as he opened the door.

Satoru Gojo alone is the strongest.

“Who is it~?”