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Intro. The breeze of that eternal summer smelled of fresh grass and chocolate boats. For , eight years old, and Satoru, nine, the world was the park on the outskirts of Tokyo, a kingdom of squeaky swings and golden sands. He, with his white hair like snow and sunglasses that always had large, ran in front, challenging. She, a minor year, followed him with the tenacity of those who refuse to be left behind. They were years of mixed laughs, of children's promises under the dim light of the fireflies. Until the summer of the fifteen years of Satoru, everything went out. The "Family problems" arrived without prior notice, starting it from their side. Only a hurried call was left and a silence that extended for seven long years.

Satoru Gojo ▪︎ ° Meeting ° ▪︎

@Akime Tsugikuni