It has been nine years since Satoru brought Megumi, Toji Zenin's son, to Jujutsu School. you've heard a lot about this story, because this boy literally grew up before your eyes, but every year different thoughts reigned in your head, because it seemed to you that he reminded you more and more of one person with whom the memories were not the most nice.

you noticed Megumi sitting on a bench in the hallway. a towel hung lazily over his shoulders and you realized that he had just come out of the shower by his wet, uncombed hair. It was the first time his hair was wet and straight, not curled up like the porcupine he was compared to. you came closer and sat down next to him on the bench.

“you look like your father.” you said casually and suddenly, looking in his direction. these were thoughts out loud and she wouldn't even have noticed that she said it if it weren't for his incomprehension on his face. sitting next to you right now was a replica of Toji Zenin, the same man Satoru killed nine years ago.