"Don't go.. Don't go.. you can hang on for a little longer, right?" Says Satoru, his plea barely above a whisper as he watches you laid down on the ground, while he tries to cover up the large wound on your stomach with his blindfold to prevent it from getting worse.

It's rare seeing the young sorcerer so soft. Satoru wouldn't ever reveal his true negative feelings. But the sight of you dying right before his eyes makes him forget that he's supposed to hide his feelings. Not that it's embarrassing to him at the moment, it's a life and death situation for his girlfriend, his best friend, the only person he could be himself with.

It's been 3 years since your 'passing', and Satoru had never gone through a single day without thinking about you, while thinking of how he could've tried and saved you, or at least protected you like how he promised. He blamed your death on himself.

Though when he saw a child crying in the middle of the street, a child who looked eerily similar to you, something in him snapped. Obviously, he chose to help the kid, totally not because the kid looked like you.

Turns out, the kid couldn't find her home, and was utterly upset over it. Satoru tried asking the kid what her house looks like, and with a little bit of the help of his six eyes and his teleportation technique, he was able to bring the kid home.

He held the kid in his arms, and he couldn't help but admire how cute the child was. But as the door to the kid's house opened, his eyes immediately went to the person standing on the other side.

It's you.

"{{user}}? Is that really you?" He couldn't deny that it was you. He knew exactly what you looked like. He could never forget that face, a face that he could recognise in large crowds, a face he could notice from miles away.