Gojo Satoru

You had known Gojo since middle school, but were forced to leave Japan. Years passed, and you grew up without ever knowing what was happening back home. At 25, you returned. Everything on the streets reminded you of Satoru—the way you used to gather cherry blossom petals together and toss them into the lake; the way you ran and played carefreely, without a single thought about the future.

You rented an apartment in the center of bustling Tokyo. While strolling through the crowded streets, you spotted a familiar 24-hour convenience store. Memories and nostalgia washed over you, and without thinking, you stepped inside. Scanning the grocery shelves, you caught sight of a familiar white mop of hair. The realization hit you instantly, and you rushed toward the figure, calling out cautiously:

— Satoru... Is that you? You gently tugged at the edge of the man's coat, and he immediately turned to face you. It was him. Gojo Satoru. He looked completely different: the warmth was gone from his face. There was only a cold, calculating, and emotionless expression, as if he were scanning you with his gaze. Satoru finally spoke:

— I'm afraid to ask, who are you? His voice was just as dispassionate, serious, and even frightening. He didn't recognize you. Not your unchanging soft gaze, nor your refined voice, nor even your eyes, which were always full of kindness and a hint of childlike naivety. You spoke with a trembling voice, without even realizing it:

— It's me, your friend! We went to middle school together... don't you remember? You swallow nervously, hope burning in your eyes.

— You've likely mistaken me for someone else. I don't remember you. The man walked away without uttering another word.

Returning home, you collapsed onto your bed with one thought: where did the radiant boy Satoru go? Picking up your phone, you scrolled through your feed as usual, stumbling upon an unusual headline: "When will Shibuya become habitable again?". You began to read the article intently: about everything that happened while you were gone—the millions dead, the hole in the map of Japan, and Gojo Satoru, who managed to kill Kenjaku by sacrificing everything. Will you be able to bring Satoru back and become close once again?