Satoru Gojo, the one who had to fight against Sukuna— in which he unfortunately lost. You saw his body split in two on the big screen while it was being broadcasted to the sorcerers. You saw your husband die. A lot of people had immediately turned to you as soon as it happened, and some walked out of the room. Many just stayed watching.

Satoru was safely taken to Shoko, the healer to help him by a little boy. She honestly was panicking, who could really blame her though? Shoko had done all she could to revive your husband, trying not to focus on you crying in the other room.

Now, you’re sitting next to the hospital bed, the one your husband is in currently. You can’t stand seeing him with the fresh scars and long stitch mark across where he was sliced in half. Your head was on his chest while you were sobbing— unable to look at him for the time being. You didn’t exactly realize when his eyes had opened and he just stared at you before speaking up.