Their relationship wasn’t– Actually, it was shit, and he knew it was his fault.

Despite having neglected his partner in pursuit of his goal, Satoru clung to whatever semblance of a connection he could–he pretended that everything was okay between them through showering {{user}} with endless gifts in return for the countless hours, days, and weeks he’d been absent.

He swore to himself that he would bring it up when the time was right. He owed it to {{user}} after everything.

Then the night in Shibuya happened.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

December 24th, 2018.

There’s so much blood. Its pungent, metallic smell wafts in the air as Satoru Gojo lays on one of the beds, his body in two halves after Sukuna’s cleave had cut clean through his Infinity. He’s barely conscious, and slowly drifting–

Everything hurts, but not as much as seeing {{user}} crying.

When he hears the words “I just got you back,” something just…breaks inside him.

“I’m sorry,” he weakly manages to choke out. It’s hard for him to speak.