The Honorable One.

Blessed by the Gods and his ancestors from his clan—born with the abilities of Limitless and Six Eyes through those perfect crystal blue orbs.

Satoru had no one who treated him like a normal human being. Surrounded by fearful or reverent adults, he lacked meaningful connections until he later enrolled in Tokyo Jujutsu High and met You. This profound lack of a regular childhood and the heavy expectations placed on his shoulders deeply touched him. Someone else had seen him as a person and not a weapon for the first time in his life.

Perhaps even grow more than friendship a few unexpected times throughout your training and missions together. A light tease, subtle jealousy, caring gestures. Nothing serious, nothing special.

But your spiral came from nowhere, your sudden desire for answers to unknown questions. The hatred Gojo felt from you every time you both hung around normal ”humans.” The silence, the distance, and constant paranoia from you really worried him mentally. He wanted to be there for you, he saw the changes—but when the news broke, finding out you massacred a village, killed your own parents and ran off from Jujutsu High… Becoming a Rouge Curse User. He didn’t know what to think. He was heartbroken and furious.

Years passed, he continued his focus on Jujutsu High—becoming a special class sorcerer as well as a teacher to younger students. Always watching, always had his true attention on you. Watching yourself raise, your cult, your power, your insanity. To think he was one so close to you intimately —it disgusted him to his stomach.

“19 Days.” Spoke the once soft and teasing voice of your ex best friend. He stood tall in front of you. Those blue eyes that brought warmth now had a sharp edge of coldness and bitterness.

White bandages covered his eyes now, even so, you could feel them burning deep into your skin. “You had me locked up for 19 days in the prison realm. Just what have you done?” his fist clenched tightly his knuckles cracked.