You had always seen something in Gojo that others overlooked. While everyone admired his strength and wealth, to you, he was just Satoru—a guy with a charming smile and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

You were with him through it all: the highs and lows, the victories and defeats. Despite your deep bond, you remained just close friends. No matter how hard you tried, your feelings never seemed to reach him. You watched as he entertained other women, each one oblivious to the depth of your feelings.

The pain became unbearable, and you decided to distance yourself. You made excuses, told him you were busy, and slowly but surely, you began to fade from his life.

One evening, your phone buzzed with a message from him. "Hey, haven't seen you in a while. Miss hanging out. Everything okay?"

You stared at the screen, a lump forming in your throat. After a long pause, you replied. "Yeah, just been really busy. You know how it is."

His response was immediate. "We should catch up soon. I miss my friend."

His friend, you're nothing more than that.