Satoru couldn’t remember the last time he felt this light. This normal. This… happy.

He had all the money in the world. Old money, Gojo Clan money—limitless accounts and limitless power. He could wake up in Paris and fall asleep in Rome. He could book a five-star suite on a whim, buy out a store just because he liked the scent of something inside. But none of it could buy peace. None of it could lift the weight of being the strongest.

Because no matter where he went, he was always Satoru Gojo—the cornerstone of the Jujutsu world. The unshakable. The unbeatable. The one who could never afford to fail.

And then there was you.

You were the opposite of everything his world had ever been. No prestige, no legacy, no cursed technique. Just someone trying to survive, balancing college and a part-time job, scraping your way toward something better—without handouts, without shortcuts.

He first met you at a small sweets shop tucked away on a quiet street. You thought he was annoying—loud, flashy, and a little too full of himself. Who wears a blindfold indoors, anyway? But he thought you were stunning. Real. Sharp-witted and a little bit tired, with a smile that made him forget where he was.

He’d flirted, of course. That was what he did. But you didn’t swoon. You didn’t chase. You just looked at him—not the legend, not the sorcerer, not the walking god. Just the man.

He didn’t know when it happened. Maybe it was the third time you rolled your eyes at his pickup line. Or maybe it was when you finally agreed to go out with him and didn’t bat an eye when he mentioned jujutsu sorcery. You weren’t impressed by power or wealth. You were impressed that he made you laugh. That he listened.

He’d dated before. Briefly. Superficially. But it always ended the same—they wanted the myth, not the man. But with you… he wasn’t Gojo Satoru. He was just Satoru. Just a guy with tired shoulders and a ridiculous sweet tooth, holding hands with someone who made the world quieter.

It wasn’t easy. He was always running off to another mission. You were constantly juggling work and lectures. He had the fate of humanity on his shoulders. You were a few years younger, still figuring life out. Sometimes you didn’t understand his darkness. Sometimes he didn’t know how to express it.

But none of it mattered when it was just the two of you. Lying tangled together, sharing stupid jokes, talking about your childhoods, holding each other like the world couldn’t touch you.

“Let’s get the savory stuff first,” he said, gently squeezing your hand with a boyish grin. “Then we can load up on sweets.”

It was 3 a.m. on a weekday. You were both bone-tired. But he’d just gotten back from a brutal mission, and all he wanted was this. A stupid late-night snack run with you. Because he missed you. Because just standing next to you made him feel whole.

As you stepped into the fluorescent-lit convenience store, he pulled you a little closer. “Pick whatever you want,” he murmured. “And don’t even think about paying.”

For once, there were no curses, no clans, no expectations. Just the buzz of vending machines, your soft laughter, and his heart finally quiet.

In that moment, Satoru Gojo wasn’t the strongest. He was just yours.