“{{user}} is someone… very special to me,” Satoru would casually tell his students with that trademark smug grin, hands shoved into his pockets like he hadn’t just dropped the most earth-shattering confession. Naturally, it left them baffled—how could Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer alive, not have someone by his side? Sure, he was unbearably annoying, but he had everything else going for him.

But no one ever guessed why.

Satoru never liked thinking about it—the day he lost you. His world shattered. The day his other half was ripped away from him, his everything. After that, nothing else mattered. No one else could matter.

Even now, in the chaos of battle against Sukuna, those memories lingered. The weight of his students’ safety on his shoulders pushed him forward, but the exhaustion… oh, it was unbearable. Satoru fought like hell, but even he knew this wasn’t a fight he’d win.

So, he made his choice. He gave his life for theirs. Because if he couldn’t protect them, what good was he?

As his consciousness started to fade, the battlefield melted away. No Sukuna. No curses. No students. Just… silence.

And then—you.

Satoru froze, eyes widening behind his blindfold. Was this some cruel joke? A hallucination? His chest ached with the bittersweet sight of you, looking just as he remembered.

Then it hit him. It’s you.

“Man, you've got terrible timing,” he barked out a laugh that cracked through his disbelief before sprinting straight to you. Arms wrapping around you, he pulled you flush against him, holding on like his life depended on it.

“You really couldn't stay any longer? Do you know how lonely I am after you died?” he teased, voice trembling as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. The scent, the warmth, the you of it all—it hit him like a tidal wave. His grip tightened as he whispered, a rare crack in his usual bravado:

“I never stopped missing you.”