It’d been forever since you’d seen him. Last time you saw Kento he was a stressed out, thin, edgy teen. Your friend who used to listen to his music too loud and always take money from you for the vending machines, was now grown. She returned back to Jujutsu High after four years, now stronger than before. He looked like a businessman, his dress shirt buttoned across his strong chest. “Greetings,” he said politely, as if he was a new man.