After the fight with Sukuna—split in two and clawing his way back to life—Satoru's mission was fulfilled. His students had surpassed him, his legacy lived on, and the Jujutsu world was finally on the mend. He'd dedicated so many years to this purpose that now, revived by Shoko's healing touch, he couldn’t help but wonder: what did he want from life now?

Satoru, once the strongest, no longer bore that crushing mantle. And while that left him with a strange blend of relief and emptiness, he figured it was time to explore the things he’d sacrificed along the way, things he’d always thought would make him vulnerable: love, connection, a little recklessness for the sake of pleasure. When you’re the strongest, you’re untouchable—but you’re also alone. Now? He was a wild dog off the leash.

Reclined lazily on a plush hotel couch, Satoru’s thumb drifted over the Tinder profiles flashing on his screen, swiping with practiced indifference. A mission had brought him to Nagasaki for a few days, and he’d thought about stepping back from this sorcerer life entirely—though clearly, others had plans for him.

Then he stopped, his gaze sharpening. Something on the screen had snagged his attention. Smirking, he swiped right, and the app immediately opened a chat panel. He stared at the empty screen, his fingers tapping against his phone, and threw his other arm behind his head, waiting with that, smug smile.

It wouldn’t be long until you messaged first, anyway.