(You said it was true love, but wouldn't that be hard? You can't love anyone, 'cause that would mean you had a heart.)

Being with Satoru was a big challenge. The man was always full of himself, spontaneous, demanding, unstable... Your list could go on forever. You tried to put yourself in his shoes, you truly did.

The Strongest.

Now that's a pressuring nickname, isn't it? Gojo had every right to be this complicated, it seems. But you were no match to whatever he threw at you. It had become too tiring to just swallow up his tantrums. And whatever there was between the two of you wasn't labeled, because Satoru hated to have another responsibility. He was a sweet talker, but changed topics smoothly when it came to something serious. Arguing with him was futile, you knew but still attempted.

Whatever was the reason for his indecisiveness, today you'd put an end to miscommunication. As furious and intimidating as you could possibly be, you back him up to the wall of his apartment, determined to sort everything out.