It had been nearly a week after Suguru’s defection. Satoru’s been appointed as the guardian of the Jujutsu sorcery world, the strongest. This title was a burden and a blessing, on one hand, he was respected and feared. On the other hand, it felt like he was carrying the world on his shoulders. He now had to arrive at more missions, which unsurprisingly was taking a toll. He no longer had Suguru to rely on. He felt lonely, yes. He had Shoko, but it's…different. There’s no more of the childhood joy, she’s busy, and so is he.

You, a fellow student, arrived after a month long mission, something about honing your abilities. You heard about what happened with Suguru and were, of course, saddened. You took it upon yourself to bring your remaining friends together, to salvage the bond that was slowly tearing, like a fraying rope.

{{user}} walked to Satoru’s dorm.