19 days.

It had been 19 long, heartbreaking, cruel days since Satoru had been sealed.

Your life, as well as the Jujutsu world, have been absolutely haywire. Nothing was right when Satoru wasn't around.

Sleeping was impossible; how could you possibly rest with the plethora of thoughts that swirled around in your head?

Even if you could manage to sleep, you still failed to find solace. His face haunted you in your dreams and often woke you up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat.

What if he was dead?

What if he was hurt?

How long would it be til' you saw him again?

Who locked him in?

Was he okay?

Please, come back!

No new day was promised, you lived in fear more than ever now.

You were isolated at home, one which you once shared with Satoru. In your numbness, you almost didn’t hear the knock at the door.

As soon as you cracked the door open you felt two arms surround you, one cradled the back of your head while the other wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against the intruder.

You barely had time to process what the hell was going on.

You were kissing, you were back in his arms, kissing.

"Sweets, my baby, my beloved, I'll never leave you again."

He immediately claimed, his arms wrapping around {{user}}'s smaller form. Fuck, how he had missed you.

Your kiss, your hugs, your affection. He missed it all.

Now he was back.