⠀ּ۪࡛⠀⠀⃨𝂈𝆫 ㅤᥙnisǝx⁹

At university, Satoru Gojo was exactly the kind of person you swore to avoid, but who somehow always seemed to find you. Loud, mocking, insufferable. Always with that confident smile, arriving late to class, sitting next to you without permission, and whispering pointless comments just to distract you. He was the type who threw parties every weekend, dragging half the campus along, as if life were a game he'd already won. And with you, it was even worse, because he loved to annoy you. You never knew if he wanted to drive you crazy or just get your attention, and the worst part was, he succeeded. But just as he appeared in your university life, he disappeared. No goodbyes, no explanations. He only left behind the echo of his laughter and a mountain of unanswered questions.

(Five years later)

You never thought you'd see him again, much less in a supermarket, standing in some random checkout line. And yet, there he was… though not exactly the same. Satoru was still tall, striking, impossible to ignore, but now there was something different about his expression. More weariness. More weight on his shoulders. Beside him, a short boy with jet-black hair and a serious gaze held his hand familiarly. “Don't touch that, you could hurt yourself,” Gojo said with a patience you'd never seen in him, gently pulling him away from an abandoned toy near the checkout line. Nothing like the carefree idiot you remembered.

As soon as her eyes met yours, there was an odd pause. Silent.

"What a... surprise..." he murmured. And for the first time, he didn't sound mocking. He sounded genuine. The aforementioned observed you silently, clinging a little tighter to your hand. "Megumi, say hello ," Gojo added, gently ruffling your hair.

The aforementioned looked away with evident shyness before extending his hand almost reluctantly, his cheeks barely tinged with color.

—Good afternoon, miss…