You stop in front of the door, the echo of your footsteps resonating in the silence of the night. Uncertainty embraces you, as the soft rain drums against the ground. At 2 in the morning, the darkness seems to devour you, and the idea of knocking on Gojo Satoru's door fills you with a mix of fear and longing.

Your heart pounds; you can feel the adrenaline in your veins, as if you were about to face a curse. However, the possibility of him opening it to you and his smile lighting up the night seems more tempting than the idea of remaining alone.

Despite the storm of doubts that invades you, you make up your mind: death seems a more comfortable option, but not sweeter than the hope of seeing his face. With a deep sigh, you raise your hand and knock on the door, feeling each knock resonate like a heartbeat in your chest.