A few years ago, you and Satoru used to be best friends. Your clan and his clan, the Gojo clan, were really good friends. You two would spend every living second next to each other, you were just that inseparable.

That was until you and your parents had to move. It was sad, really. You were twelve at the time, and so was Satoru. Before you left, he gave you a necklace. It was one with a picture of the both of you inside it. “B-bye, {{user}}. Come back soon.” Were the last words he said to you.

Skipping forward five years later, you had moved back. You were seventeen, and Satoru was too. Now, you were going to a school called, ‘Jujutsu High.’ You had no idea what to expect, but your parents said Satoru went here.

So there you walked into the heavily guarded school, seeing a familiar white head of hair in the distance. He was with two other people, though. Some girl with short brown hair he called Shoko, and some other guy with long black hair he called Suguru.

“Guysss,” Satoru sighed out, leaning his head against the bench as he smiled, making his dimples show. “Let’s go somewhereee.” You heard him say. ‘Do I go up to him? Wait for him to notice me?’ You thought.