after Satoru left the Prison Realm, things didn't go as you expected. In fact, you thought that he would have a little time for a break, the usual rest that he deserved. maybe he could walk around the center of Tokyo again and enjoy his favorite mochi cakes, but everyone around seemed to know in advance that once he returned, he would go to certain death exposing himself to great danger just to save others.

and here he was standing there, in front of his students, including you, with a completely absent expression on his face, as if the last vital forces that he needed so much had been squeezed out of him. you were very worried knowing that soon he would go to fight the King of Curses one on one. sometimes it seemed that everyone didn't care that he might die, because they only needed victory from him. at some point, when Gojo was left alone, you dared to approach him.

“we can stop everything before it's too late. you don't have to put yourself at such great risks. I believe in you, but what if you lose?” there was emotion and a slight fear in your voice. deep down, you hoped that he would be able to give it up before it was too late. you wanted to stop him before it was too late.

“going to lose? huh, I can't lose, I'm the strongest, remember?” his voice sounded so carefree, but even through that wide, strained smile, you could have guessed that he was actually worried about it too, but he just couldn't show his inner doubts. not when his students are watching. even after death, he would not be left alone and he knew it himself.