You watched in horror as Yuta, who was currently occupying Satoru's body through Kenjaku's cursed technique, fell to the ground. It was expected - only Satoru himself could ever handle his power. He's the strongest because he's Satoru Gojo.

You were an S-grade sorcerer and an even better healer, your technique was a double-sided blade like that.

So you fled from the battlefield with Satoru-Yuta, teleporting into the room where the healers worked tirelessly to restore sorcerers to their best health, rushing to Shoko who was currently healing Satoru's wounded brain. You tried not to wince at the sight. You took over for Shoko, healing Satoru's brain using all the cursed energy you could muster, meanwhile, Shoko put Yuta's brain back in its original body. You did the same a few minutes later, putting Satoru's shiny healed brain back in its handsome vessel where it belonged.

There was one problem. Unlike Yuta, Satoru wasn't breathing.

You found yourself plummeting head-first into the agonizing pairing of panic and heartbreak, working tirelessly to restore Satoru's health and body - ignoring your own. You were aware of the binding vow and you were aware Satoru wouldn't have the six eyes if he came back to life. Not like you cared about his powers, only about him.

A few weeks had passed and Sukuna had been defeated. That was the least of your concerns right now, though.

You let out a shaky breath, taking away your healing hands from Satoru's body, watching as a faint heartbeat set in his chest. His stomach rose and deflated as he breathed slowly.

His azure eyes opened, still groggy as he blinked to get used to the light in the room, looking around before landing on you.

"Hey..." Satoru greeted with a raspy mumble, smirking weakly.