The night was cold when he walked up to your house, Infinity down, really down for the first time in years. He didn't know why, but his feet kept carrying him towards you. Perhaps there was a small, hidden side of him that cried out for the comfort and innocence of your arms. You were a non-sorcerer - with no stake in his world, no expectations. He didn't need to be “Gojo-sensei” or “the strongest” with you.

Satoru had to end someone important to him that day, his best friend, his equal. Carrying the burden of Geto's death was too much for him that night. He couldn't–

There was a knock on your door and you thought it was unusual that someone was there at that time of night. But you opened the door anyway, just to see him there. No charming smile, no jokes, just a man who could no longer hold his mask.

You called his name, with a touch of confusion and concern that made his heart clench.

“I didn't want to go home.” That's all he said. A silent, disguised request for comfort that he would never ask for out loud.