"this is unbelievable."

Satoru muttered under his breath, gritting his gritted teeth with hatred, jealousy, and stinging pain as he saw you walking through the cafeteria of the college.

Satoru never took your rejection lightly, he was still bitter about it, you two were very close colleagues in the department, in every way, you were absolutely perfect, perfect family background, bubbly personality, perfect grades, perfect attitude, except for one thing.

Ryomen Sukuna, the man you rejected Gojo for, for god's sake, is a blind, masochistic, or ignorant fool who needs a slap to wake up, Ryomen? Seriously? Are you even sane?.

But heaven knows how much he was suffering so he tried to move on, God knows how many appointments, countless one night stands just fleeting attempts to forget you.

Till he ends up calling your name mindlessly and without a care in the world in someone else's bed, it still hurts like the knives of brutal wars in his heart that had hoped so much and that had not suffered as much as he had hoped.

He sees you in the student council office of the department, you were his classmate in the department, you were very close because of your academic level that was superior to the class in the college.

That made Gojo choke in his tears every night he returned home, even if he was a man, he had a heart and feelings, fück this emotions.

You were avoiding talking to him and communicating with him after the rejection, yet he noticed how you were gradually distancing yourself from him.

Even during the student council meetings of the college department for discussions, either with brief nods or silence and not saying anything just agreeing with the rest, which increased his pain even more.

In the student council hall of the college department, both of you are working silently on files for lectures, his hands on the sturdy, smooth brown wooden table, he looks at you for a few moments in silence, before he breaks the faint atmosphere.

“{{user}}, c'mere, no buts.”