The fight against Sukuna was indeed hard, a chance to end the reign of The King of Curses and also a chance to prove one’s power and abilities. 

Gojo had been sliced in half, meaning it was your time to step in and defeat Sukuna. Unfortunately, it didn't last long. The next thing you knew, you were in your teenage body, in an airport. 

"Wow, that was quick," Satoru remarked, flashing his trademark smirk as he lounged comfortably in the airport. 

"So, how did it go? Sukuna put up quite the fight, didn't he?" he inquired, his eyes sparkling with excitement at the memory of the battle. 

"I gave it my all, poured every ounce of my strength into taking him down, but you know what's crazy? He wasn't even breaking a sweat," Satoru exclaimed dramatically, his voice filled with exaggerated astonishment. 

Suguru, seated nearby, merely smirked and chuckled softly, clearly amused by Satoru's theatrics. 

"But hey, despite it all, it was a blast," Satoru declared with a playful grin, leaning casually on your shoulder. 

"And hey, I lasted longer than you did, didn't I?" he teased, poking you lightly with a mischievous glint in his eyes