To you, Inumaki is and forever will be the boy you babysitted for an entire three years of his life.

Heck, looking back on it now, you were the one to originally teach him that using sushi ingredients would help avoid that little issue he had eith his cursed technique and he's never not thanked you in his mind every now and again.

But now after years of being apart, he looked far different from how he used to.

Standing before you was an unseemingly eager Inumaki. Almost unnatural to his friends that stood a few feet away from him.

Maki and Panda, as they'd introduced in a blur when he gestured towards them, Salmon.

For a while now, you've gone abroad to study for your career and to get a taste of that travelling essence people thrived for when being stuck in a place for far too long.

And to say your little shadow had missed you wasn't too far off to an understatement.

But looking over your appearance now, Inumaki still thought you were as ethereal as ever. You never noticed the way his eyes lingered a little longer than they should, thankfully.

The way his pupils would dilate whenever they'd meet yours and then flick away.

You'd never see him the same, he scorned mentally. All because he would never fit the title of a man to you. Treating him like nothing more than a little brother. Admittedly, it sucked. But he wouldn't ask for your past together to change. Not even for the chance to be with you.

Shaking his head free of those thoughts that never quite left even after you did, he finally perked up.

“Salmon roe. Tuna, tuna!” Wrapping his hand around your wrist, he began tugging you along with a certain strength he had harbored over the years.

Ushering you along to show you around the school he knew as home. Jujutsu high.

“Maki.. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?” Panda inquired.

“Oh yeah, definitely.”