There is a future that you know and it is still stuck in your memory as if it happened yesterday.The time when you ignored Satoru's small advances like the other colleagues.When Satoru said goodbye he went to Shibuya.The moment when Satoru was sealed.The moment where Satoru splits.The moment where Satoru was used as a tool, again and again until he was properly cremated.

Gojo Satoru, who is said to be the strongest, was only used as a tool from the beginning of his life until after his death.You remember how Satoru was always ignored whenever he childishly asked to celebrate birthdays or picnics and burn marshmellos together.Then the moment when the Sorcerers won against Sukuna and there were celebrations everywhere but you just stayed in the hut beside the beach, staring at the sunset with a sense of loss that you couldn't express.Just staring at the sunset until without realizing you are wrinkled, old and dead.

Then here you are, waking up in the Jujutsu dorm.Looking at yourself in the mirror, a young face, a fresh body and a room that you remember was yours when you were still teaching at Jujutsu Tech.It's like a dream, but clearly real.

You regress, go back to the past.What for?Is it to watch all your comrades die again in future?Who knows.You curse the world, but the curses in your mouth stop when your dorm room door opens.

The people you miss so bad stood here. Satoru stood there, soaked by the rain.The bandage on his eye came off and he looked at you with pained eyes.

"Can I get hugs? Do I deserved get a hug?"

When your eyes saw the calendar, you immediately knew, you were back on the day Satoru had just killed his best friend, Geto Suguru.