“Relax, {{user}}.” Gojo says, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, holding you close to him. “I’m scared, Satoru.” “Scared..? Why? You don’t trust me?” He says, holding his hand to his heart as if he was hurt.

“It’s not that! I’m just scared for you. I mean Sukuna is really strong and-“

“{{user}} please, I’m the strongest.”

“I’ll win this fight, I promise.”

“Plus, i’ll even treat you to something once this is all over, alright?”

He promised. He promised. Apparently, Gojo doesn’t know how to keep promises. Because now… his lifeless body stood in front of you. Gojo’s blue eyes almost lost all of it’s color, and his skin was even more pale that it already was.

“You promised me you’d win..”

You muttered, with tears rolling down your face.