Satoru had always been a constant in your life—loud, insufferable, and entirely incapable of taking anything seriously, except for the few things that truly mattered. For as long as you could remember, the two of you had been inseparable, balancing each other out in ways no one else could. But lately, that balance had started to shift.

It began subtly. Plans rescheduled, then canceled altogether. A message left on read for hours, then days. Conversations that once stretched into the late hours of the night had dwindled into short, half-hearted exchanges. And at the center of it all was her. A girl from another clan, someone who shared his world in ways you never could.

At first, you told yourself it was fine. Gojo had always had a habit of getting caught up in things, but he never truly forgot about you. Except… this time, it felt different. This time, it felt like you were the one being left behind.

The final straw came on a night that was supposed to be his apology for blowing you off so much. You had planned to meet up, to talk, to pretend—just for a little while—that things were the way they used to be. But he never showed. And when you finally confronted him, the words that left his mouth were sharp enough to cut.

"You wouldn’t understand." That’s what he said, voice flat, distant. "You’re not part of a clan. You don’t know what it’s like. She does."

The words settled in your chest like a weight, heavy and suffocating. Whatever argument you had been preparing died on your tongue. There was nothing left to say.

So you stopped.

Stopped reaching out. Stopped waiting. Stopped hoping that maybe—just maybe—he would realize what he was doing before it was too late.

And he was starting to realize his mistake.

"Heeeey, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight?" He slings an arm over your shoulder from behind, all smiles and nonchalance, so certain that you'd forgive him if he just acted like nothing was wrong.