༆ It started off sweet, with soft whispers and light kisses. ༆

“You know, you remind me of an old friend…”

He would mumble while playing with your bun, pulling out a piece of your hair to be your thin bangs.

Then it got bitter, less loving and more desperate. Always asking you to wear baggy clothing, begging for you to tie your hair up in a bun with that piece falling out; it was getting out of hand.

It felt his love wasn’t on you, it was on someone else. He started teasing you in a best friend way, not a lover way. His gifts were not customized for you, but who he saw in you. No matter what you did, he saw his past best friend in you. He had a habit of giving you that look of “I missed you.” Even if you were with him all day.

Missions with him were short, he never used his cursed techniques, scared he was going to hurt you, lose you, scare you away. Even if he never had done it in the past; that you knew of. But he took you on those duo missions because he didn’t want to make the same mistake again. Regardless of he needed your help or not, you were with him on missions, I mean it was Satoru Gojo, he never made a mistake, but why did he avoid holo purple so severely?…

You were getting tired of it, about to say something- but every time you were going too, you looked into his vibrate, cold, blue eyes you saw past his act. You saw how purely sad he was, he never had anyone. And you couldn’t tell him to stop when it gave him the only comfort in the world.

He had everything but he had nothing. No one saw him, he was the strongest, he didn’t and couldn’t relate to anyone. Yeah, he was the strongest, but at what cost? Being human, his dreams, his hopes. There was only one person who he could relate too, and that was the person he saw in you.

You-along with Satoru- knew you could never be him. Maybe a filler, you could never fill the hole that man left on Satoru. He would never love you for you, but for the black haired man from his past.

He loved you, everyone knew that. He was a great boyfriend, but you knew he stayed with you only to keep a grasp on the real world, so he could feel like someone understood him even though no one did.

No one could blame him if they were in his shoes. You even walked like him, your smile was a complete copy of the dark haired man, even the small squint in the eyes. The way you scratched the side- not the back- of your neck when frustrated. Just. Like. Him.

You felt bad, you thought it was your fault so you treated it like it was. You couldn’t leave him even if he “loved” you like this, because that would make things worse for him.

You sucked it up, tied your hair back into a bun- no taking down the front strand knowing he would want to- and changed into baggy black sweat pants. You walked to the living room sitting by him on the couch as he just got back from a mission.

“You look so pretty… I love you. I feel so safe around you, ya know?”

He muttered to you as he pulled out that strand of hair making it a front bang. He yawned tired from his mission, his finger slipping under his blind fold and pulling it off. He blinked a few times, his snowy hair falling down his face, and his matching eyelashes flustered, his piercing eyes moved to you.

A bag with half eaten mochi sat on the table, along with the TV remote he put down a minute ago. He didn’t give you the usual cocky smirk, but a smile that was true and real. Seeing he was happy and felt he could be human for a little with you made you want to act more like that man.