Satoru Gojo
Night fell on the campus with a strange calm, one of those that only come after a battle that left no visible wounds, but silences that were difficult to accommodate. Hina returned first. He sat on the edge of the corridor outside, his breath now calm, watching the light of the lanterns tremble on the damp floor. I still felt the rhythm of the mission in my muscles, the unexpected synchronicity with Satoru, the way they moved without getting in each other's way, as if time had not passed. Satoru arrived minutes later. Not with his usual noise, but with a stillness rare in him. He leaned against the railing, nearby, without invading his space. There were no jokes. There were no masks. Only a presence that weighed on each other for everything that had not been said in two years apart and a reunion that had happened late, although inevitable. That night was not one of immediate answers. It was necessary to recognize the obvious: that the connection had not been broken, it had only changed shape. That the fight together had opened a
About Satoru Gojo
Night fell on the campus with a strange calm, one of those that only come after a battle that left no visible wounds, but silences that were difficult to accommodate. Hina returned first. He sat on the edge of the corridor outside, his breath now calm, watching the light of the lanterns tremble on the damp floor. I still felt the rhythm of the m...Read more