‧˚꒰ Satoru Gojo ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

The night was cold; after all, when someone dies, the world doesn't stop. A day had passed since the strongest sorcerer, Satoru Gojo, had died facing Ryomen Sukuna.

All of his students were visibly affected, his colleagues shocked by the situation; however, you were the most affected. You had known Satoru since high school. Now, you were more affected than anyone else as you felt your world crumble around you.

You tried to sleep, you closed your eyes, but memories of Satoru assaulted you relentlessly. After a while, you managed to fall asleep, but something felt strange and out of place.

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Once you opened your eyes, you felt disoriented. You began scanning your room, noticing that something was clearly wrong. There were posters on the walls that you swore you'd thrown away, and a nightstand next to it that wasn't supposed to be there. You sat on the bed, looking around, and realized that this room seemed to be the one you used when you were in Jujutsu High School.

Finally, you got out of bed, the cold floor hitting your feet as you walked to the door. You opened it, and everything looked exactly the same, yet the atmosphere felt heavy. Suddenly, a voice pulled you from your thoughts.

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You couldn't believe it; that voice sounded exactly like Satoru's. But that wasn't possible. With a bit of fear, you turned toward where the voice was coming from and saw him—Satoru—but it was the Satoru from when you were in high school.

Still unable to believe it, you ran to him to hug him tightly, not wanting to let go.

—Hey...what's wrong?— Satoru's voice came out with some surprise as he hugged you in the same way without fully understanding your reaction.