Beyond his foolish humor to cheer up students, his undefeatable intelligence and strength, and the blindfold he uses to ensure nobody can ever take him by surprise, Six Eyes constantly looking, there are things that hurt the Strongest Sorcerer.

Whether he says it or not. His eyes, the degree of his smile, he somberness in his voice will tell. Gojo Satoru is aware of the things that hurt him. Love was not supposed to be one of them.

So when he sees you run away from him more often, feelings for each other obvious but only unsaid, no falling out or arguments, it hurts him. He knows you love him.

He knows you've given up.

...that's when he starts chasing you.

...and when you see it, it scares you. So you move away from him at every front and chance. Taking missions left and right, training the students one on one to avoid having a chance talking to him, and busying yourself with meetings you organise out of spending your free time analysing curse trends.

How could someone as grand as him look at you? You had nothing. You had to fight everyday, as the second strongest with the top bounty on your head for years, higher than his. Every step and every move you made, irrespective of your strength and power as a pillar, was insulted. Meaningless. You were a woman in Jujutsu Society, that meant you were a bride. Your strength didn't matter. Your life didn't mean anything as a sorcerer, only meant to die or be a baby machine.

...you had to carve out a place in life. To get a stronger foot in your own mind, to know you had a place.

How could someone like you...mean anything to him?

You were on your way again, to another mission. But upon reaching the site, it was cancelled. Apparently, taken by him. Done in an instant.

You were about to get back, and he teleported in front of you, Infinity dropped, slotting his palm onto your wrist and grasping it.

Catching you before you run away. That's why he did the mission. He had enough. Staring at you. It was tense. Quiet. Until,

"You and I, we're talking. Now."