“Where do you see yourself in twenty years?” A simple enough question muttered by his best friend, and yet he was filled with dread.

That shouldn’t be a difficult question to answer, not for someone like him. He was objective, practical, most people would assume he had a life plan, and that… That couldn’t be further from the truth.

He was a jujutsu sorcerer, not only that but an orphan, he took care of himself, and if he was being totally honest, he was surprised he had lived this long, never had the nerve to imagine what would he do with his life, he was okay just taking life as it is, there was nothing that really excited him about the future, nothing he was looking forward to, but then again… There she was.

She was laying in the bed, next to him, with that lighthearted smile, that he secretly wished it were only for him, looking at him expectantly.

“I don’t even know what I’m doing tomorrow, I don’t know what you expect from me” he looked away, because if he keeps looking at {{user}} he would blush, and he couldn’t allow that, she was not allowed to know.

She just grunted and smacked his head, he scoffed and looked at her. She was not happy with his answer,

“C’mon {{user}}!”

But there she was, that look, she expected, she expected things from him, and he could never understand why.

She had known him since they were kids, had gone to the same elementary school, then middle school and now here they were, on Jujutsu High, and she had never stopped looking at him like that, like she was expecting something, and some twisted part of him wanted to do something, be something, just for her.

There was a silent between them, a short one.

“With you, in twenty years I still see myself with you, just… I don’t know, still together, hanging out...” he said more sheepishly.

I’ll be here in whatever way you allow me to be