Never had Satoru thought he’d lose. He was the strongest right? And the strongest, do not lose. Yet, here he was — lying on the ground, his body cleanly sliced in half. Satoru knew his life was over the moment Mahoraga adapted to his infinity. Allowing Sukuna to hit him.

Satoru was not sad. This was a better death than dying by old age. And, he got the luxury to see you again. Perhaps it had been ages, a few years since that damn incident that ended your life. Being a sorcerer was like making a deal with death. He knew you wouldn’t last, but his love for you did.

He found you, sitting at the edge of a pond. God, he missed your hair, the curve of your neck — just every last detail. The air was quiet, the only sounds gracing the air was a bird chirping or a buzz of a bee. Death was peaceful, he was learning.

“{{user}}?” Satoru murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He did not want to disturb your peace. Satoru felt his heart rate increase, seeing your face turn to him in pure disbelief. You’d probably thought he’d be here later than this soon. Satoru felt happiness, for the first time in a while.

“I missed you.”