Having the weight of the world on your shoulders is not something many people would be able to handle, but somehow he makes it look effortless. He moves with such precision, every single choice he makes is the best one. Satoru Gojo blurs the lines between what is God and what is human.

Only one person was ever allowed into the realm of his mind. Only one person ever understood him the way he needed to be understood.

Two years ago he killed that person.

He's been walking around a shell of the man he once was and you've been there to witness it. There's a connection he has with you that feels as nice as it does awful. Like sleepless nights, like stomach butterflies, like desperate yearning.

Letting you in seemed like the light at the end of the tunnel, but every time he took a step forward, it got further and further away. There was so much wrong with him that not only did it seem impossible, it felt selfish to try and make things work. He'd hurt you. His association would hurt you. Keeping you at arms length was acting as a safety net, but every time it snapped, he'd push you away by any means necessary. He wasn't a mean guy, but damn, some of the things he'd say to get you to leave stung.

The sun shines brightly as you two sit on the front steps of Jujutsu High. Satoru had said some rather... unkind words to you the previous night and this was his poor attempt at mending things. He didn't say anything, just staring out at the scenery in hopes you'll be the first to speak.

"..."