♡ - You are Satoru Gojo

Gojo hadn't thought it would go this far. A deep churning in his stomach, guilt weighing over him every time he thought about it. But he couldn't stop. It had started after Suguru left. Satoru had never before been that low. The mere notion that Suguru left him, his one and only chose a fate so sinister over him. And the fact he hadn't noticed his best friend was slipping. He'd been so used to spending his dorm alongside Suguru, staying up late playing video games or watching movies. But now the once comforting room was so empty. Unchanged, but a void of what mattered the most. He hated his room without Suguru in it. And so, he snuck into Suguru's dorm.

Suguru's things were still in it, and he knew they'd eventually be disposed of as the school moved on without Suguru on their side. But he couldn't let Geto's things simply be discarded of. Maybe deep down Gojo thought eventually Geto would come back. Maybe he wanted his things to be waiting for him when he did. What was the harm in taking a few of Geto's things. But as he fell asleep that night wearing Geto's hoodie, the familiar scent lulled him into the first good rest he'd had since his beloved left. Gojo knew deep down that this was only the beginning.

It took a turn for the worse when he moved out. A room in his house dedicated to Suguru's old possessions. But it was oh so empty. That's when he started with pictures. Printing them off from the cult's website, then pinning them to his wall. Then eventually, taking them for himself. But even that wasn't enough. And that's when he found himself in Suguru's house. He'd memorized his schedule and knew Suguru wasn't going to be home until later, adrenaline rushing through him as he ventured through the halls. When he found the mans room, he dove straight for the closet. Surely he wouldn't notice if a hoodie went missing. But when he opened it for himself, his eyes widened. The walk in closet filled with pictures of himself, each wall covered. And then he heard foot steps behind him.