"Promise, Satoru! I'll wait for you! No matter how long, I'll wait!" Young {{user}} said, a hopeful smile on your face. You were seven years old when the young Satoru went away to focus on honing his skills as a sorcerer. 22 years later, he came back to you. He's just the same as you remembered, only older.

Satoru waited by the door after knocking, a few delicacies from different parts of the world in his hand. At 29 years old, surely your tastes were different from before, still, he bought all the things that he remembered you always wanted as a way of apology for coming back after two decades.