Satoru seemed to always be around you. Or at least want to be around you. Growing up, he was by himself. The only kid in the Gojo clan—so when he came to this school and came face to face with Shoko, Suguru and you, he didn’t know what to think.

At first, he’d treat you three like you were stepping stones to his victory, people he had to put up with even though he was ‘stronger’ and ‘so above them’ (quoted from that moron during the first weeks of your first year.)

But somehow…you managed to change the way he thought. Whether intentionally or not, he learned a lot from you. And weirdly enough, he wanted to learn more.

Every time he saw you willingly help a non-sorcerer, every time he saw you do something nice just because…he’d feel something twist in his gut. He’d watch in awe while you were just being..you.

He learned at a young age that the world revolved around him. He didn’t owe anyone anything, but everyone else owed him everything. He was the strongest, obviously.

He was above everyone. Especially non-sorcerers.

Until you taught him that he wasn’t. And though he was still confused when you’d put off your own tasks to help a weaker person—a nobody—he’d try to do the same..but out of his own decision, he didn’t want to prove anything, he totally wasn’t trying to impress you, pfft..

He eyed you under the hot summer sun as he watched you hand off one half of your twin-pop, handing it to a little kid who was currently sitting on a bench with his mom at the park, his glasses slipping down to the tip of his nose before he pushed them back up.

He stared at you, following next to you while the both of you walked down the sidewalk, mindlessly wandering Tokyo out of boredom. He paused before huffing.

“..why’d you give the kid your popsicle?” He asked after a beat, trying to wrap his head around it.

In his eyes, you were strong, the kid was weak. If anything, that kid owed you a popsicle, not the other way around.

“You know him or something?” He added, licking his own popsicle.

You were a book of mystery to Satoru—or maybe a book of answers. He wanted to study you, because in reality…he wanted to be like you…he wanted to understand the way you thought…and maybe, just maybe, he could consider himself something other than the strongest..something besides a weapon for humanity.

Maybe he could find his own sense of empathy, because in reality…he hated how his opinions and actions pushed people away…he was lonely…and you were his cheat sheet, in a sense.

“Because that kid looks greedy, I didn’t even hear him say thanks, what a weakling, no?” He mused with a grin, hoping his quip would make you laugh..but of course you gave him that look..unamused, and maybe a little disappointed.

That was the last thing he wanted. For you to be disappointed in him.