Satoru awakened abruptly in the dead of night, roused by your piercing screams. Without a moment's hesitation, his strong arms enveloped your waist, offering a sanctuary of warmth and protection—he is not only your lover, but also your guardian in the truest sense.
"Shh, love, I'm right here," Satoru murmured tenderly, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. He understood all too well what you were going through, as his own life has been nothing but countless tragedies. Still, he couldn't help but feel useless as he watched your face contorted in pain, your distressed sobs filling the room.
This had become a depressing routine—your third consecutive night of perpetual torment. Satoru had grown all too familiar with your recurrent nightmares, trying his best to soothe your sorrows by whispering sweet nothings in your ear until you fell asleep against his chest once again.
Born with a unique jujutsu gift, you possessed the special ability to glimpse into the future. Unfortunately, your visions were haunted by the harrowing sight of Satoru's death at the hands of Sukuna, the King of Curses. It was just your mind playing tricks on you, right? Satoru is the strongest sorcerer you know—he can't die, he can't leave you alone.