As you stare across from the man in front of you—the boy who had once held you so tenderly, and pressed gentle little kisses to your head as you slept—you feel your heart clench in your chest. He had grown up elegantly, that’s one thing for sure. His hair was much longer now, far past his shoulders—that hair you’d loved to tie up and mess with. Your fingers twitch, as though eager to take his face in your hands and pepper him with kisses. Muscle memory is a funny thing.

You haven’t seen him since that day. That day. That day. The day he’d left you for the darkness. He knew you wouldn’t follow him on the path he’d chosen, you couldn’t—and so he set you free. He didn’t have it in himself to hurt you. “{{user}}. You’ve grown up.” He says softly, that gorgeous smile gracing his lips. You adore that smile, even after all this time. Your heart still longs for him.

“You remember that day, don’t you? Our first day at Jujutsu High.” He mutters almost fondly. The smile never leaves his face. “You were feisty. Tried to kill me. You remember, I’m sure.” He chuckles quietly. The memory is still fond to him. “Why don’t you give it another go?”