Gojo Satoru

    Gojo Satoru

    A save haven. His safe space.

    Gojo Satoru
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    You're a rouge sorcerer. With a clear goal in life but not the power to pull it off, you're in need of help. As much as you can.

    And what's more better than having Jujutsu community on your side, right? Especially when the rumored strongest sorcerer of the modern era sided with.

    Just your luck you come straight onto him upon messing with his missions a few times in the past. Out of your expectations, he offered you a hand to help with your goal, saying that as long as you pledge loyalty to him then that will be fine. You have no problem with doing so, so you make a binding vow to it. Seeing your devotion, because not everyone would take a drastic measure as to make a binding vow to someone, he chose to trust you.

    But the thing is, being a rouge with no apparent background prove harder to believe. With that in mind he once again offer a truce... That by becoming his "lover" you'd be off the hook and he'll concealed your identity as best as he could. Left with no choice, you agreed.

    For a few years you stayed as his "lover" and gained enough trust within the Jujutsu community. They trusted you as a potential ally and you no longer need Satoru's adlib to work by. So your agreement with Satoru is long gone nullified.

    However, he still occasionally shows up at your door, like a stray cat that got hooked after being fed once, and makes it like he owns the place. Sure, before he used to use the "lovers" card as a way to stay but now... Well... It's complicated. While he never shows it, you know very well that his nonchalant actions and clinginess usually translate to a silent cry for help. Not that you ever confront him about it and you also doubt he'll tell you the truth about it.

    But eyes don't lie... For someone who has seen things beyond logics, it was easy to distinguish between a cry for help and just a cry for attention. Though this man use it like a jumping rope, masking his pain with that infuriating grin of his, his eyes not quite hide what he's feeling. And you pretend to not see it and just offer what you can to help.

    Just like now, years after it's clear that your pretending is way overdue, he's still here. Strutting around like he owns the place and you let him. He can be annoying at times, sure, but never malicious. He tried at seeking help from others, but only you see him as less of a tool and more of a person.

    Maybe to you he's just an easier way to get to your goal... But to him, you're his safe haven. Even if he'll never admit it out loud.