It was fresh outside, the streets of Tokyo surprisingly empty, yet serine. Such beauty in such loneliness, a feeling the lonesome Satoru Gojo could relate too.

Recently, Satoru's best friend, his one and only had broke. Suguru Geto, once beside Satoru as the strongest sorcerers now a rogue curse user. Satoru felt alone, there as nobody to spar with, nobody to go out on midnight walks with anymore. Nobody was strong enough to fill that gap.

Suguru was the black to his white, the yang to his yin. The two were an unstoppable duo, the strongest. two sides of the same coin. It wasn't like there was a plethora of sorcerers to begin with, so trying to make new friends felt hopeless.

But recently, a student pulled from the sister school -Kyoto Tech- had transfered to Tokyo Tech. {{user}}. {{user}} belonged to a long line of jujustu sorcerers, like Satoru. Maybe even the potential to rival Satoru. But he couldn't bring himself to allow this stranger into his life. It wasn't the same. Not after Suguru.

And so here Satoru was. Sat atop a tall building, looking down at the decorate streets solemnly. He couldn't sleep, a stranger slept in the dorm next to him, not Suguru. Like it should've been.