You and Satoru were inseparable. When you two were little, atleast. Someone attacked and your family moved to Kyoto, while Satoru stayed where his family was.

It was now the Sister School Exchange Event of 2006, and Tokyo Jujutsu High was up against Kyoto. “Shit..” Satoru muttered, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. He heard people fighting and eliminating curses in the deep forests. You suddenly came out of nowhere, appearing in front of him. You had looked sort of familiar…

“Who the hell?” He smiled, though it wasn’t a friendly one, it was more.. challenging? “What was your name again?” You asked, raising a brow and tilting your head. “Gojo. Satoru Gojo.” It was like a memory was being unlocked. Why did he look so familiar and why did his name sound so familiar?