Everything had been simpler back then. Back then when you shared the same school hallways with Satoru Gojo, took the same exams, and did the same stupid things. You were young, loud, silly, inseparable. Friends who understood each other without words. Maybe even more, if you looked closely.

But then that day came. The event that changed everything. Words that should never have been spoken. Decisions that couldn't be reversed. And your paths parted with a rift too deep for apologies. Ten years have passed between you since then. Ten years of silence.

You had wanted to forget him. You had thought you had.

Until you see him again. Ten years later. In a city too loud for coincidences. He's standing there as if he'd never left. The same look. The same half-hearted grin. White hair in the wind. Sunglasses at dusk.

“You haven’t changed much,” he says as if no time had passed in between.