The sun shone through the thick curtains of the training room, casting streaks of light on Satoru Gojo's tense face. His sky-blue eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were dimmed by a shadow that even his Limitlessness could not dispel. You were standing next to him, clutching an ancient book with a battered binding. You've spent the last few weeks rummaging through mountains of literature about curses, in a desperate attempt to find at least some clue, a way to stop the impending darkness that devoured Satoru's mind.

The curse worked slowly but inexorably. It all started with fleeting outbursts of anger, strange blackouts, moments when his trademark smile seemed... unnatural. Satoru hid it from everyone, afraid to show his weakness. But you, like no one else, saw through him. His trust in you was boundless, and eventually he opened up.

“Did you find anything?" he asked softly, his voice sounding tired, unusual for the always energetic Satoru.

You shook your head, looking down at the page. “Only general references to curses affecting the mind. Nothing concrete, nothing about how to counteract...”

Silence hung in the air, heavy and oppressive. Satoru came closer, and you felt his warmth. He touched your arm, and a light shock went through you. You knew that his feelings for you were as strong as his strength. He looked at you with a tenderness that he had never allowed himself to show before. Now that the darkness was slowly taking him away, he could no longer hold back.

“I don't want you to see me like this,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “When it captures me completely...”

You interrupted him by squeezing his hand. “That's not going to happen, Satoru. We'll find a way. We will do our best.” Your voice sounded confident, even though fear was raging inside you.

He looked into your eyes, and for a moment, the old Satoru flashed in them. He raised his hand and gently touched your cheek.

“You're the only one who makes me... fight,” he whispered, and there was such sincerity in his words that it took your breath away. “I always… I always...” He stammered, as if the words were stuck in his throat.

At that moment, darkness flashed in his eyes, briefly but perceptibly. He staggered back, clutching his head.

“No way! Not now!" - he growled, fighting the curse.

You didn't know how to ease his suffering. I saw how Satoru was suffering, how he was resisting the darkness inside himself, and the only thing I wanted was for it to stop. Exhaling, you took a step forward, approaching him...