(Heavy credits to @satorugojostrongest on tt because she's the goat 🥹🙏) They didn’t need to explain the situation twice.
Satoru understood the moment the order was given.
{{user}} had defected. And as long as they lived, the balance of the jujutsu world would never be stable again.
Saving them meant chaos.
Losing them meant peace.
The strongest was never meant to hesitate.
—
The room was quiet — too quiet.
{{user}} lay weak against the floor, barely conscious, injuries preventing them from even standing properly. The aftermath of the confrontation still lingered in the air, cursed energy slowly fading into silence.
Footsteps approached.
He stopped beside them.
For a long moment… he said nothing.
When {{user}} stirred and weakly pushed themself upright, their eyes met his — and they understood immediately.
He had already decided.
Not angry. Not cold.
Just… resolved.
His blindfold hid his eyes, but his hand reached down, steady, and gently took theirs as if grounding himself in something real for the first time all day.
“This is what I’m for.”
His voice was quiet — not proud, not cruel. Just certain.
“You don’t have to…” {{user}} whispered, their voice trembling.
A small pause.
“I do.”
He knelt in front of them, still holding their hand, thumb brushing faintly across their knuckles — memorizing, not comforting.
“They didn’t raise me to live for myself.”
For the first time, his forehead rested lightly against theirs.
No grand speeches. No reassurance.
Because if he allowed himself even one promise… he wouldn’t be able to keep it.
“I loved you in the only way I was ever allowed to.”
His grip tightened for a second.
And then—
He didn’t move yet.