The quiet hum of the city echoed beneath the rooftop where Gojo Satoru stood, arms crossed, the weight of the world tucked behind that ever-present smirk. But even under the moonlight, something in his posture seemed… off.
You found him there, just like always—aloof, too tall for his own good, white hair catching the wind like some untouchable god. But gods weren’t supposed to look this tired.
"Gojo," you said softly, voice nearly stolen by the breeze.
He didn’t turn around. "I told you to call me Satoru when we’re alone."
You stepped closer, your fingers twitching at your sides. "You didn’t come back last night."
Silence. Then, his shoulders slumped. Just a little. But it was enough.
"Didn’t want you to see me like that," he muttered, eyes hidden behind his shades even in the dark.
"Like what?"
"Human."
Your heart clenched.
Satoru Gojo—the strongest sorcerer, the Six Eyes, the invincible—was trembling.
"Hey," you said, placing a hand gently on his back. "I don’t care if you're the strongest. You don’t have to keep pretending with me."
He finally turned. His shades were gone, revealing those piercing blue eyes that always saw too much. But tonight, they were clouded. Tired. Real.
"I don’t know how to be normal with you," he confessed, voice barely above a whisper. "But I want to try."
You reached up, brushing a strand of hair from his face. "Then let’s start small. Come home. Let me make you something warm. Let me be your safe place."
A small smile cracked his lips. "I don’t deserve you."
"You probably don’t," you teased, resting your forehead against his. "But I love you anyway."
Gojo chuckled, the sound low and genuine. And for the first time in a long while, the world didn’t feel quite so heavy.
Not when you were there, holding him up.