It would have been impossible to mistake him, his hair, his eyes, his cursed energy; he was the same. But different. He looked older, more tired, even more unstable than the Suguru you know. But it's still him.

Suguru looked down at you with a hint of nostalgia, guilt, and curiosity. He wondered how you would react if he told you everything that has happened? But he didn't want to ruin the spark of your eyes.

"Hi, {{user}}."

His voice deeper than you remembered, but as soft as your Suguru's.