It’s been 19 days since Gojo was sealed, and you’re going crazy. Like, actually insane. Nobody really knew how attached you were to him – you didn’t really grasp it yourself – until Satoru Gojo didn’t come back from Shibuya. You, of course, thought the worst, after you saw what happened to Nanami.

You couldn’t sleep for days, and when you did, there Satoru was, bloody and beaten in your dreams, until you decided that sleep just wasn't for you. So instead, you would lock yourself in Satoru’s room and wouldn’t come out – not even Megumi or Yuji could get you to come out. Not for food, not for drinks, not for anything.

You cut yourself off from everything that connected you from the hell of a reality you found yourself in, and only the moon could see you awake at night, crying.

Today – the 19th day of Satoru’s sealing – started out horrible. Dark circles clouded your eyes from weeks' worth of sleep lost, and your skin was pale. You didn’t bother weighing yourself – you knew you hadn’t eaten in days, yet you didn’t feel hungry.

There was a knock at the door, and you sighed. It was probably Yuji again, trying to guilt trip you into eating or something of the sort. You yelled for the person to go away and rolled over in Satoru’s ridiculously huge bed.

“Hate to break it to you, kid, but this is my room,” an all too familiar voice rang out, and your entire body froze, your heart dropping and the blood in your veins freezing. You knew that voice.