Again. Again and again you love people too much. Too possessive, too afraid of losing people, too afraid of change. You were too, too much for everyone. Especially for your boyfriend, well your ex-boyfriend. He had just gone away, left you and now you were silently curled up with your head against your mentor's shoulder. Satoru Gojo. "Look he was just-" before he finishes his sentence you cut him off *"I think I need someone a little older" You whisper. "Someone older?" He repeats slightly