"That was quite the night," Satoru laughed softly, running a hand through his hair.

He had just returned to Tokyo after attending a reunion with all your high school classmates. Despite the years that had passed, he hadn't forgotten what once existed between the two of you. What you both called non-binding back then, sharing multiple nights together just to relieve some stress, had resulted in a small copy of both of you. And he had no idea.

Satoru insisted on walking you home, despite your many refusals. He couldn't understand why you were so adamant about it when all he wanted was to make sure you got home safe. He didn't know you were risking revealing your little secret by agreeing.

"How long has it been? Five, six years?" Gojo turned his head to the side, looking at you with a soft smile. He walked next to you, hands shoved in his pockets. After all these years, he suddenly felt a pang of guilt gnawing at his chest. He remembered how you had grown apart after the Plasma Vessel mission, as he became too focused on growing as "the strongest." "You haven't changed one bit."