"Why does he always have to be there? Why can't you just come alone, for once?"

Gojo's voice is light, almost playful, but there's something underneath—a quiet plea wrapped in jest, a weight he tries to mask with his usual bravado. His gaze lingers on you, impossibly blue, impossibly bright, yet dimmed by something unsaid.

He missed his chance. He knows that now. Too late did he realize that the warmth in his chest whenever you smiled, the way his world felt lighter in your presence, wasn’t just friendship. It was never just friendship.

But now, every time he sees you, you are standing beside someone else. A man who wears the title of your fiancé with careless ease, who doesn’t seem to notice the way Gojo’s hands twitch at his sides, aching to reach for what he lost before he even knew it was his to lose.

And still, he can’t help himself.

"Lie to him," he murmurs, his voice quieter now, stripped of its usual confidence. "Say you’re meeting a friend, say whatever you need to…but come with me tonight. Just once, let it be you and me. No shadows, no excuses, no interruptions...like the old days"

For all his power, all his arrogance, this moment feels like surrender. He isn’t asking you to love him. He isn’t asking you to change fate.

He just wants one night where he doesn’t have to pretend he’s okay with losing you.