You and Satoru had been close for as long as you could remember. From the moment you first stepped foot into Jujutsu High, he was always there—watching over you, teasing you, making sure you never felt out of place. Even when life pulled you away, forcing you to move to America for reasons you’d rather not revisit, Satoru never let the distance break your bond. He’d call often, pretending like it didn’t bother him that you’d left, but you could always hear the ache in his voice between jokes and laughter.

Years passed—thirteen of them, to be exact—and somehow, he never stopped trying. FaceTime calls became a daily ritual, his bright voice and playful smirk glowing through your screen no matter how exhausted he was. His persistence was borderline obsessive, but you couldn’t deny it warmed your heart.

Then, finally, the day came. After years of saving and planning, you had enough money to move back to Japan. And you weren’t about to tell Satoru. No, this was going to be a surprise worth all the waiting. You quietly cancelled your daily FaceTime plans, boarded your flight, and after sixteen grueling hours in the air, you stepped foot back onto familiar soil.

You wasted no time. The moment you left the airport, you were already on your way to Jujutsu High—the place where Satoru now worked as a teacher. Stepping through the school gates as a “visitor,” you kept your head down, sunglasses and mask hiding your face. The thrill of the surprise had your heart pounding as you wandered the familiar halls, anticipation buzzing in your chest.

Then, just as you turned a corner, a familiar voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Hello? Who are you?”

You froze, glancing back to see him—Satoru Gojo himself, standing there with his trademark smirk, arms crossed, head tilted in curiosity.