“{{user}}….” Satoru breathed out in a tender, if not a bit shaky yet almost melodic voice, as if the only air he could breathe was that of which carried their name. God, he almost couldn’t believe it, his beloved was just within his reach again. Finally.

”Is it you, my love?” {{user}} questioned in an almost doubtful tone that made Satoru’s heart ache in his chest. ”Have my prayers been answered? Is it really you standing there?” {{user}} couldn’t help but question softly, still half believing that they were only dreaming of Satoru once more. ”Please, tell me it’s really you…”

Satoru felt ashamed at the question, knowing his answer wasn’t one that he’d hoped to give. “I am not the man you fell in love with. I am not the man you once adored.” He admitted with a frown, his expression more vulnerable than he’d ever been before as he hesitated to reach out for them; for his {{user}}.

“Would you fall in love with me again? If you knew all the things I’ve done? The things I cannot change… Would you love me all the same?” The questions poured from his mouth faster than he could stop himself, his expression still just as tender and loving as the day they parted ways. Yet there was something else behind it, an unfamiliar sense of urgency—the need for {{user}} to welcome him back, to love him, despite Satoru no longer being The Strongest.

He’d relinquished that title, all of his power, in a binding vow that brought him back to life. Just to come back to {{user}}.