You could easily say that the moment you met Satoru Gojo, he was the biggest pain in the ass you’ve ever met.

Or, you could of said that. It’s getting harder and harder to hate him with those unnecessarily sweet smiles he’d give you occasionally, or send you a cheery wave whenever he saw you training. And then he just had to get sealed—Damn that idiot.

You disliked his arrogance, his pride—his everything. When Suguru left, you learnt something new about him—The image you had of him seemed to break apart, the strongest—no, he’s just a normal guy under that facade. It’s like you couldn’t see him the same since. Not like you’d ever admit such thing.

You couldn’t help but find yourself defending him, arguing with the higher ups about him being exiled from the Jujutsu Society. You were well aware how much they disliked him, and you did too—at least that’s what you like telling yourself.

Why was your heart beating so fast the moment he got unsealed? Why did you feel a sense of comfort knowing he’s back—that he’s here?

“Hey.” He greets you with a grin, his fight with Sukuna is in a few days. “Not gonna give me the usual lecture?” Satoru teases you, but there’s no bite in his words. He’s relaxed, relaxed around you. Not as if he’s about to go in a life or death battle in a few days.

“Aren’t you gonna cheer me on?” He gives you a subtle wink, smiling. In all honesty, he wants to hug you, tell you that he really did love you all along, but not under these circumstances. He has to win it, right? He’ll defeat sukuna, give you a thumbs up and maybe yell he loves you just to see that flustered look on your face.