You don’t know why you put up with him as much as you did. Your boyfriend wasn’t anything special, but sometimes you thought he was the best you could do. Most of the time, he was just mean, calling you stupid, worthless.

Maybe he was right?

It didn’t help that when you were in school, you had another problem in Satoru Gojo.

He was your relentless bully, always picking on you, calling you names. It was mostly harmless, but it really fucked with your self worth.

So when you were out one night after school, trying to have a nice evening with your boyfriend, you barely even registered when his fist hit your face.

You didn’t even know what you said that set him off, but you didn’t flinch. He stormed off after that, saying he needed some space.

You curled up in the alleyway behind the cafe you were supposed to be going to, crying next to the dumpster, blood dripping off your jaw.

When you heard the next voice, you almost lost it, ready to throw up. But it was the warm hand on your face that really threw you for a loop.

Satoru knelt down on the wet gravel, not even caring about his expensive clothing getting ruined.

“Who did this? Where the fuck is he? Tell me right fucking now, Aiya.”