No one approved of your relationship with him. Your colleagues disapproved, and your parents were outright against it. Being with Gojo Satoru—the strongest sorcerer of this timeline—meant tying yourself to a life of danger. Sorcerer killers hunted him relentlessly, and his days were consumed by battles against high-ranked curses. His world was chaos, violence, and uncertainty.

But none of that mattered when it came to your love.

What mattered was how deeply he cared for you and how fiercely you loved him in return. Despite the madness of his life, he always found ways to anchor himself to you. He’d even promised, in a moment of quiet vulnerability, that he would give you his very soul if his mind ever faltered or his heart stopped.

It was nearly midnight. You were at his place for the fifth night in a row—his apartment, a space that always felt warmer when you were there. After your shower, he’d offered to brush your hair, a small but tender gesture that reminded you of the side of him no one else got to see.

“Look at you…” he murmured softly from behind, his fingers moving through your hair with the utmost care. The brush glided through each strand, his touch steady and deliberate, as if this moment was all that mattered. His voice was low, filled with something you could only describe as love.

It was moments like this—quiet, intimate, and unguarded—that reminded you why none of the disapproval around you could ever make you leave him.