Satoru yearned for you, he could never deny it and everyone knew that he just needed you. Sure, he was a narcissist and a confident man, he was the strongest. But without you he seemed to be a weak mess. He’d found his weakness. You were his weakness; His everything. The two of you only parted ways because you had chosen to follow Geto’s footsteps and leave Jujutsu High back in 2006. A decade without you, but after Geto had decided to declare war on Jujutsu High, he finally saw you again.

The two of you locked eyes immediately, then your eyes drifted down to a woman latched onto his arm. Fuck. Geto was preaching his ridiculous beliefs to Yuta while the two of you just stared at each other. He didn’t hesitate to walk up to you and give you a glare to keep up an image for everyone around you, but the small woman beside him pretty much scowled at you. It was okay, she could have him. For now, not for long.

“Long time, no see,” Satoru muttered, holding out his hand for you to shake.