The rain fell steadily, drowning the city in gray, but Satoru Gojo stood out—a tall, striking figure with white hair and a bouquet of blue roses in hand. He waited in silence, his blindfold concealing the turmoil in his eyes. The flowers were for you—Y/N. You’d been avoiding him for weeks, leaving him with nothing but unanswered questions and growing unease.

As he stood there, debating whether to look for you, he heard a familiar voice call out softly, “Gojo.”

He turned slowly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “You’ve got terrible timing,” he said, stepping toward you. “I was just about to find you.”

Your umbrella shielded you from the rain, but you couldn’t meet his gaze. Your eyes flicked to the bouquet in his hand. “Blue roses? That’s a bit much.”

“Not for you,” he replied with uncharacteristic softness. “Why’ve you been avoiding me, Y/N?”

You hesitated, lowering your gaze. “I didn’t want to be a burden. You’re always protecting everyone, and I didn’t want to make things harder for you.”

Gojo froze for a moment, then stepped under your umbrella, his voice low and steady. “Y/N, you’ve got it all wrong. You’re not a burden—you’re the reason I stay strong.”

Tears welled in your eyes as the weight of his words sank in. “Satoru…”

He smiled gently, his free hand brushing a strand of wet hair from your face. “I’m not going anywhere. Not now, not ever.”

The bouquet crumpled between you as you leaned into him, the rain a quiet backdrop to the moment. For the first time in weeks, you felt at peace, wrapped in the arms of the one who would never let you go.