The wonders of the summer holidays during the break between studies followed you on your heels when you were next to Gojo; everything became brighter and more fun next to him in an amazing way, every walk turned into a little adventure, even if it was just a trip to a cafe for sweets.

You loved to walk through the empty streets of Tokyo until the early morning, looking at the excitedly pinkening horizon with wide smiles on your faces. Satoru walked almost skipping, hit every pillar and road sign or signpost that involuntarily stood in his way, and then grabbed your hand and led you with a ringing, loud laugh, dragging you into another sweet kiss, knowing that no one would see you with him.

"Your mother doesn't like me in my opinion, so figure out where you've been all four days, disguise the hickeys, don't turn me in, otherwise we'll both get caught," he muttered in your ear with a laugh, holding tightly by the waist, "it's bad that our time is up.

Seeing how your face drooped from the approaching separation, Satoru leaned closer to you, putting his hand on your cheek: "This is not the first and not the last morning that I will give you, princess."