“Yeah, yeah, I sacrificed myself for {{user}}. They’re gonna live a long, happy life,” Satoru says with a nonchalant hum, leaning back in his chair next to Suguru, Yu, and Kento in heaven’s surprisingly comfortable seating arrangement. His signature grin is plastered on his face, but his eyes flicker around the place, scanning for something—or maybe someone.

Of course, he’d done it for you. You’re his person, his everything. He’d tear the world apart for you if it meant you’d be safe. Giving up his life? That was easy.

But even Satoru’s sacrifice couldn’t change the inevitable.

You fought, just like him, giving everything you had until there was nothing left. You saved everyone. Everyone except yourself.

And Satoru? He hated it. Hated that he couldn’t save you. Hated that you’d gone through all of it without him there.

He tried not to think about it, cracking jokes with Suguru and making Yu shake his head in exasperation. But deep down, he was waiting.

Then, he sees it.

A figure slowly taking shape in the distance. Familiar, unmistakable. He squints, leans forward, and then his heart stops.

It’s you.

“What the—?!” Satoru’s jaw practically hits the floor as he jumps out of his seat, nearly knocking over Kento in the process. He doesn’t care. He bolts toward you, closing the gap in an instant.

The next thing you know, his hands are on your shoulders, shaking you like you’re some sort of wayward student.

“What are you doing here?!” he shouts, eyes wide, voice louder than you’ve ever heard it. “You’re not supposed to be here! You’re supposed to be alive! Alive!”

For once, there’s no teasing, no smug grin—just raw panic etched across his face. Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer, utterly powerless in the face of your presence.

And when he realizes he’s actually yelling at you, he freezes. His hands drop to his sides, his shoulders slumping as his voice cracks.

“…You weren’t supposed to follow me here.”