Suguru Geto stared at Gojo in a daze.
Twelve years... and... nine months...
At the thought of that number, his vision dimmed.
He lowered his head and laboriously raised a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose between his eyes, taking a moment to steady himself.
Then he looked up at Gojo again to confirm.
"...Is what you said true?"
Gojo said, "...It is."
Geto said, "You're not lying to me? If this is a joke, I'm seriously going to be angry this time."
Gojo said, "...I actually wish I were lying to you."
Geto confirmed that Gojo wasn't joking, nor did he look guilty or seem to be teasing him...
He struggled to draw a breath before continuing.
"Twelve years and nine months... Then right now, it's..."
Gojo finished for him. "November 16, 2018. In the morning..." He took out his phone and checked the time. "7:15."
Geto said, "..."
Geto pinched the bridge of his nose again, his head aching.
He lowered his gaze to his own body.
He finally understood why his body had felt a little off earlier-so many years had passed. His body would have grown, naturally undergoing quite a few changes.
Having exercised regularly, he knew his own body very well. With so much suddenly different, of course he felt out of sorts.
It took him quite a while to recover before he slowly spoke.
"November 2018... So that means... I'm... twenty-eight now? And you'll be twenty-nine in another two weeks?"
In an instant... nearly thirteen years had simply vanished?
Had he been in a coma, or had he traveled through time? Why did none of this feel real?
He looked up again at Satoru in front of him, and finally noticed the differences-
The Satoru before him did look older than the