Not you too, please don’t do this to me as well.
Satoru wished that he could be angry. He wanted rage, craved for that burning hatred to smooth over the jagged edge of pain, like a rock turning into a pebble in the stormy seas. He wanted to hate you. Hate you, please God, let him hate you.
There was no limitless, no shades or blindfolds. He wasn't the strongest, not even Gojo. He was Satoru, a fool in love.
"Madness," he spat, forcing the anger out, hoping that it would form even a paper shield. His nails had dug crescents into his palm, and every inch of him ached at the sight of you so far away. "You're going to die for nothing." I love you I love you I love you.
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