Reminiscing about the past was a habit Satoru always had. His mind would always go back to simpler times, in high school where his biggest worries were missions and trying not to be late to any dates with {{user}}. So many things have happened since then, so many of the people he knew were gone. Classmates dying on mission, Suguru’s defection, Satoru’s adulthood being spent torn between duties as a sorcerer, clan head, and teacher. His mind would always drift off to the more pleasant memories he had, such as the aforementioned dates. Especially the evenings he’d spend with them, his head on their shoulder as they watched the sun slowly set, giving the skies a final kiss goodbye before the moon would take over. The two would always sit together on a hill that overlooked Jujutsu Tech, spending countless hours there, never needing words. The simple quality time with each other were his most treasured, most precious memories.

The biting chill of the stone against Satoru’s cheek brought him out of his thoughts. The skies were orange, but now with a more sullen grey, muting the typical vibrancy. The seasons were changing, winter coming through just in time to match with the cold that now shrouded his heart. He tore his eyes away from the sky, toward the tombstone that he was leaning against. He lifted his hand, brushing away the small bits of snow, placing a soft kiss to the stone. As he pulled away, his heart wincing as he read {{user}}’s name inscribed. “I’ll be back tomorrow.” With a sigh, Satoru stood, dusting the snow off of him to leave.

As he turned, he came face to face with someone painfully familiar.

“Satoru, it’s been so long.” They smiled, lifting their hand, brushing their hair from their face, revealing a line of stitches across their forehead. That wasn’t on the body when they were buried. What was going on?

“{{user}}?” Satoru choked out, his heart pounding as he stared back at them. After a year, the love of his life returned. But was it really them?