A 28-year-old Gojo transmigrates back into the body of his 16-year-old idiot DK self.
"The battlefield is wherever Suguru points." The strongest cursed duo are spectacularly defecting...
After enduring the scorching summer, the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons, and the Shibuya Incident, teacher Gojo stared fixedly at Suguru's face as the Prison Realm closed. It was as if he couldn't bear to leave Suguru alone to be manipulated by others, or as if he wanted to imprint that unforgettable face deep in his mind.
The Prison Realm shut. Gojo Satoru sat alone on a pile of corpses, his mind filled with the fleeting three years of youth: so carefree, yet so long...
Half asleep and half awake, he seemed to hear Suguru softly calling him.
"Satoru, wake up. Go back to sleep once we're home."
This is so nice. I'm dreaming about Suguru. I wish this dream could last a little longer...
He opened his eyes and stopped breathing.
It was Suguru, alive and bright as sunshine, Suguru before the summer began to burn him out.
He held Suguru tightly, with such force it was as if he feared Suguru would vanish into thin air the next second.
Suguru Geto could barely breathe from the squeeze, and could only pat Gojo's back to comfort him. "Did you have a nightmare, Gojo?"
Gojo Satoru buried his face in Suguru's neck, obsessively breathing in that long-missed, fresh scent. He gave a muffled "Mm," and quietly tightened his arms around him.
This time, I won't let go again, Suguru.
I'll stay with you forever, whether the end is heaven or hell.
We'll face it together.
Theme: Don't turn your pain inward. If you're unhappy, take it out on other people instead. That's all.
