How long it's been? Years? You forgot and never heard anything from him again.

An honored one, the strongest.

His presence used to be something familiar in your apartement, as an ordinary sorcerers, never across your mind to have things that your inner self struggling to not called it romantic.

Hell he was Gojo Satoru. Eventually his image was just a vivid memories, a secret.

Yet there he are, snuck from the window as the moon bathed his figure.

"Miss me?." He smirks.