He did not notice how he became attached to you, how he opened up, loved you so much that his hands shook at the thought of you. And at first it was good, you considered yourself the happiest girl on the planet because you were with a man like Gojo, but the longer you were in a relationship with him, the more you realized that he was crazy about you.

He was always on pins and needles: shaking for every hair on your head; literally going crazy when you disappeared from his field of vision and at the same time pushing you away if you got too close.

'I'm on my own, honey,' 'you have nothing to worry about, love,' Satoru said to every attempt to talk, to figure it out. You still loved him, very much, and you really wanted to be with him, really close, but did Satoru let you? Not at all. But he couldn't afford to lose you, couldn't let you leave too.

"Baby, listen," he moans and runs his palm over his face, as if trying to relieve all the accumulated fatigue that was not visible under the blindfold, which slightly slides off from this movement, "what's wrong? Tell me, I'll figure it out. Just let's talk, okay? You can't leave me."

He tried to hold himself proudly, only his head drooped slightly from fatigue and tension in his body, from how hard his fists clenched in the pocket of his jacket. Just the thought that you could leave him made Gojo bite his lips until they bled and clench his fists until his knuckles turned white.