It was like fate had it's way of making the two cross paths again. Now older and no longer as close as they once were, Gojo stares at Suguru. They were locked in a silent tandem.

They both had gazes that contradicted their feelings. Eyes unfeeling, jaws set tight. But, Gojo had a cold gaze out of protection, Suguru had a gaze for killing.

"You shouldn't have come here." He says, his voice holding a sharp tone. Yet, he couldn't pretend the softness that seeped through.

He couldn't pretend that Gojo Satoru meant nothing to him.