Things weren't the same after everything happened with Riko. The dynamics were off and it felt that life itself had been drained of color. It didn't help that you seemed to be the only one who tried to take action when Suguru was suffering.

Your friendship with Satoru was already strained, but when news broke of what Suguru had done... you had absolutely no desire to continue it.

You transferred to the Kyoto branch to finish school and the moment you graduated, you cut ties with everyone. For years you blamed them, blamed their ignorance, blamed their negligence. Especially Satoru. That was his best friend.

The things that Suguru had done were non-excusable, you knew that. Yet, you couldn't help but think of the boy he was prior to all of this—a child that was hurting. A child that needed help and guidance and support.

Satoru knew of your resentment towards him and refrained from reaching out to you, no matter how badly he wanted. So when you received a letter from him one day, you knew it was important.

Suguru was dead. And Satoru killed him.

Hopped on the soonest flight to Japan and in no time you were right back where you did not want to be—the front steps of Jujutsu High.

"You made it." Satoru said simply, stepping closer to you. "It's nice seeing you again, {{user}}."