At a certain point in your life, you possessed the vessel of Sukuna. This occurrence was not too distant in the past, approximately a year ago at most.

Satoru attempted to move past this experience, yet each morning, he would hastily make his way to your dormitory to check for your heartbeat.

His anxiety stemmed from the possibility that Sukuna could be reawakened within you, potentially leading to the loss of your heart once more. He ensured he was always prepared for such an eventuality.

On another frigid, snowy morning, you found yourself shivering beneath your blankets. Satoru entered your room, quickly approaching your bedside and pressing his ear against your chest, exhaling in relief upon hearing the steady rhythm of your heart.
“Thank goodness,” he murmured, running his slender fingers through his white hair.