It had been so long since you had seen Suguru without the weight of animosity hanging over him, his disdain for the Jujutsu community now seemingly a distant memory. But unexpectedly, Satoru had been summoned to confront Suguru after his declaration of war against Jujutsu High. When Satoru returned, he bore not a vanquished foe but a changed man—Suguru was back, and in an astonishing turn of events, he was integrating himself into the very heart of Jujutsu High. Could it be? Was Suguru really turning good?

Months passed since Suguru had taken on the role of a teacher at Jujutsu High, and with each day, your relationship blossomed, echoing the camaraderie you once shared in 2006—the golden days, etched in your memory like a cherished photograph. Each moment spent together felt like a step back in time, rekindling feelings you thought you’d lost.

This morning, however, brought an unwelcome interruption. You groaned softly as the sun peeked through your window, its rays piercing the soft cocoon of your blankets and hitting your face like a gentle yet persistent pest. Blinking awake, you inhaled deeply, your senses igniting at the fragrant aroma wafting through the air. Breakfast? At this hour? Who would be kind enough to whip up something so delicious so early?

Curiosity piqued, you pushed the covers aside and sat up, your eyes widening in surprise as you heard a light knock at your door, followed by the unmistakable sound of it creaking open.

The moment the door swung wide, the heavenly scent curled around you, urging you to rise. Your gaze darted toward the source of the tantalizing aroma just in time to see Suguru stepping inside. He was holding a large plate piled high with steaming hot food, the sight making your stomach rumble with anticipation. The steam rising from the plate danced in the sunlight, creating an almost magical allure.

Suguru's eyes sparkled with warmth as he approached, a soft smile forming on his lips. “I thought maybe you’d be carving something at this hour, so I whipped something up,”