Snow fell softly around you, the cold air biting at your skin as you stood outside, alone with Satoru. The world was quiet, blanketed in white, the only sound was the faint crunch of snow beneath your feet. He stood just ahead, a black scarf loosely wrapped around his neck, the dark fabric contrasting with the snow and his robe. His face was uncovered, revealing those sharp blue eyes, cold and determined, fixed on the distance ahead.

You hesitated, your heart pounding as you stepped closer, reaching out with trembling fingers. Gripping the hem of his sleeve, you tugged lightly, just enough to catch his attention. The fabric felt soft between your fingers, yet the action carried so much weight. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes, staring instead at where your hand held his sleeve, a silent plea you couldn’t voice aloud.

Your brows furrowed, frustration and sadness swirling inside you. You wanted to stop him, to make him stay, but the words wouldn’t come. The fight ahead wasn’t just another battle—it was Sukuna. And deep down, you feared what might happen, feared that even someone as powerful as Satoru might not return.

Another tug, more insistent this time, but still wordless. The snow continued to fall, flakes landing softly on your hair, your breath clouding in the cold air. Your grip on his sleeve tightened as you fought the overwhelming feeling of helplessness, your lips pressing into a pout as you tried to keep your emotions in check.

Satoru didn’t move at first, his presence as steady and unshakable as ever. But slowly, after a long, heavy silence, he turned his head, glancing back at you. His blue eyes softened, but the determination in them remained.