It was spring, the sun shining brightly and the scent of fresh foliage almost overwhelming your nostrils.

Satoru Gojo, your upperclassman, coworker, and friend, stood beside you, his gaze fixed ahead. His eyes, as always, were hidden behind his dark blindfold, yet his attention was clearly directed towards the two teenagers below.

Megumi Fushiguro and Yuji Itadori—two boys whose close friendship had not escaped your notice. Yet, Gojo’s intense stare betrayed a deeper preoccupation, suggesting that their simple chats stirred something in the man.

You couldn't help but think; it was likely that the boys’ bond reminded Gojo of his own past, of a time spent with his former—no, his best friend, Suguru Geto. Memories of their closeness, memories you had shared on occasion, or just observed, seemed to surface in the white-haired sorcerer's mind.

Turning to him, you allowed your gaze to linger on his tall frame. After a brief moment, he shifted to face you, his demeanor shifting effortlessly into his familiar, casual nonchalance as his lips pulled back into a slight smile.

“Need something?” he asked, his voice imbued with that easy charm that both irritated and endeared him to those around him.