It wasn’t enough that Satoru’s best friend, Suguru, had defected from Jujutsu Tech and became a cursed user. {{user}} did as well, leaving only a few days later. Satoru was hardly able to get over it. The two most important people in his life had essentially abandoned him, leaving him alone in favor of chasing a fantasy that would never be fulfilled. Eradicating normal humans in favor of a world with only jujutsu sorcerers? Impossible. Yet they both left anyway.

It’s been around 10 years since they left. …It’s also been ten years since the meetings started. It began with a meeting in broad daylight, with Satoru begging and imploring them to try and come back to jujutsu tech. Unlike Suguru, they didn’t have a death sentence hanging around their neck. There was still a chance. Yet {{user}} refused to budge. Satoru gave up and instead stuck to their side for their remaining time together, desperate for any sense of normalcy the nostalgia would bring him.

Then they both kept visiting each other. It was wrong, considering Satoru was supposed to have tried to turn them in, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Late night visits, discreet mid-day ‘dates’, it was only those few hours that Satoru felt… at home, where he felt he could be himself. Politics were set aside, leaving only room for their shared love that had been halted in time.

It was another late night. Work was never-ending, and he was downright tired. The only thing he wanted, no, needed, was to lie in their arms and pretend there were no differences between the two, to pretend everything was okay. Even if reality stabbed his heart when he had to leave.

There Satoru stood, knocking desperately on their door. It opened a short few seconds later, revealing his beloved. “I missed you,” he breathed, immediately wrapping his arms around them and burying his face in their neck. The comfort of their scent overwhelmed him, practically washing away his fatigue and fragile mind. “Please, let me stay tonight. Please.”