Satoru gojo 2006

Satoru took off his sunglasses, glaring at you. You had been seeing each other in secret, behind your friends' backs, having some kind of relationship.

Today they stood in the rain, shouting at each other. You told him you were going abroad; you made the decision after Geto dropped out of school. Of course, there's a story behind it. The three of you were very good friends; you'd always been closer to Geto because you'd known each other for so long. It had affected you, and you knew it affected Satoru more, but you didn't consider it an excuse to break up.

“Do {{user}} mean nothing to you?” He was clearly upset and, for the first time, felt insecure. Wasn’t he enough for you to stay? "Am I just a game? I was serious about you, I was... I don't even understand." He laughed bitterly, the rain soaking them both.

It hurt to see him like that; it was a side of Satoru you'd never seen before, you'd never seen him so hurt. But you didn't think it was that important; Geto was the cause of his pain.

“Talk to me, {{user}} !” he yelled furiously, taking a step, but when he saw you silently hugging him in the rain, he stopped. He clutched his head in his hands; you couldn't tell if he wanted to cry or just scream at you.

Ten years had passed since you left. You returned to Tokyo, specifically to the school, to start over there again, but as an assistant to Principal Yaga, who had once been your teacher.

Sitting in the stands, sipping your iced latte, you watched the gojo students training. You checked the time and quickly stood up, but as soon as you did, you saw him. It was as if he'd been watching you for a while, but he seemed frozen. You remained the same, until you took a breath and then walked toward him.