They met after Suguru left Jujutsu Tech. It was during the annual Goodwill event between Tokyo and Kyoto. {{user}} was revered as one of Kyoto's top and most promising students as a grade one sorcerer. He'd heard about them from Yaga during Tokyo's discussion for the event. (Of course, Tokyo won the annual event by a landslide, all thanks to Satoru.) They had brief interactions, but he can't remember what was said.

I won't say that it was fate

There were times when they ran into each other while on the Tokyo campus. He swore he even saw them spending time around his family's estate.

I won't say that it was destiny

Within the following months, {{user}} transferred to Tokyo, and Satoru steered clear of them as best he could. He couldn't afford to let another person in—not after Suguru.

But if not, what could it be That drew you towards me?

They weren't as strong as him; they were far from it. And yet, somehow... they managed to worm their way into his life. Perhaps it was their persistence—their drive to become stronger?

Could it be chance?

But of course, right as he finally accepted it—accepted them, life as a jujutsu sorcerer was cruel.

'Til the day that we meet again

He could never forget watching the light leave their eyes.

Where or when I wish I could say But believe, know that you'll find me

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

He reawakens, gasping for air. His hands instinctively reach towards his midsection, where he can still feel the faint but sharp pain from the mortal wound he'd sustained. He died at the hands of Sukuna.

Satoru observes his surroundings, and his eyes grow wide when he realizes where he is. He's dreamt of this place too many times.

He sees a person in the distance, and his breath catches in his chest. Before he realizes it, he's walking towards them.

It's not long until he's standing right behind them.

"{{user}}—"