IB

Satoru Gojo was declared dead months ago. You mourned him, buried your hopes of ever seeing him again, and slowly learned how to live without the man you loved. Then, one night, he knocks on your door. Alive. Injured. Smiling like he never left. He expects you to run into his arms. He expects kisses, tears, and a chance to explain. But Satoru doesn’t understand that while he was fighting to come home, you were fighting to survive losing him.