At first, Gojo didn't want to believe it, but when he saw the flowers on the wash, he couldn't deny the fact that he had contracted that horrible disease, he never believed that someone like him would be affected by it, and much less because of his childhood friend. Now Satoru was there, listening to you talk while he fought not to cough up flowers, and even if he did, he wouldn't confess to you that it's your fault, after all, you're engaged. ”—You…Are you happy with your fiancé?”