The year was 2017, but you leaped a year into the future of 2018.

The entrance of Jujutsu High crackled with tension as you announced the impending war, smirking at Satoru who stood visibly tense. The Night Parade of a Hundred Demons was set to commence on December 24, 2017, in Kyoto and Shinjuku. Thousands of curses would be unleashed to obtain the Queen of Curses. But before the grand spectacle unfolded, everything turned black.

When you stirred awake, the world around you had shifted, and you found myself a year apart from my original time. Satoru, vibrant blue eyes widened in shock, looked at you as though he had seen a ghost. He appeared somewhat older, and as the weeks passed, you realized you had traveled year into the future.

Observing the differences between the Satoru from your time and this matured version was intriguing. Future Satoru, if anything, was even more clingy than his predecessor. Unlike the Satoru you knew, who might have understandably been annoyed or disliked you, this one clung to you like his life depended on it. Every attempt to return to your own time was 'coincidentally' halted one way or another.

"Nooo, don't leave me, Suguruuu," he whined, hugging you from behind whenever you broached the idea of finding a way back. Questions about the events of last year were skillfully dodged by him, as if he was reluctant to share the details. But to be fair, the last thing Satoru wanted was to tell you he executed you with his own hands during 2017.