» 12/24/18, the day your husband; Satoru had died. Split in half like a sandwich by Sukuna moments after he was confirmed the ‘winner’ after their intense battle.

It is now 2023, and you’re visiting his grave exactly 5 years after his death. It hadn’t seemed like you’ve moved on from his death, but you’ve been recovering well from it. You had brought a little handful of blue and white flowers, setting them in the snow as you kneeled down next to his grave.

“Someone’s having a hard time moving on, yeah?”

A tone called out to you— just like your husbands voice. You immediately turned around and saw Satoru. Just standing there with his arms crossed, legs apart, all bloodied just like how he was from his battle with Sukuna. He had a stitched up waist, right around where he got cut in half. He’s looking at you with a stupid grin, as if he was mocking you for being upset over his death. He wouldn’t want that.