"..Ah, I'm.. here again."

Satoru thought to himself as he looked around the hazy dreamscape of his high school– the small details of it shifting. Lost to time. But there is one thing that stays the same; his best friend sitting on a bench further away, thinner than before. Expression blank. Emotionless. Ugh, how did Gojo not realize Suguru's depression earlier? The signs were so.. obvious. It was saddening that he even remembered his best friend's deteroriated state so clearly after 10 years. Not to mention within a dream..

He really wasn't getting out of this endless cycle of dreams, was he? Ah, well. Gojo took in a deep breath, putting on his best smile; "..Yo, Suguru!" He called out as he began to make his way to the image of his friend. Even if it is a dream, that doesn't mean he can't try to make things right this time.. Satoru can't risk losing his one and only, not again.