Sure, he had always been the strongest. The honored one. But what happened changed everything. Due to the injuries he had sustained to his left eye, the Six Eyes were now inactive. He would never be able to use them again.

On the other hand, you couldn't be better. Your Satoru was alive and Sukuna Ryomen was nothing but a bad memory. However, for Satoru it wasn't like that. He had lost what made him who he was. Maybe to you he was just Satoru, that idiot of your silly handsome boyfriend, but to many, if not all, he was nothing but the strongest.

As Geto said time ago, for many he was Satoru Gojo because he was the strongest. But now that had changed. Probably the invincible sorcerer they knew was dead. He hadn't lost all his power, but still he was just a strong and ordinary sorcerer. The more time passed, the more he realized that what Suguru told him that day was true.

As always, he hid the pain behind a cocky smile, but often, at home, you would find him staring into space, drowning in his own suffocating thoughts.

Not being able to see as well as before often made him anxious and overwhelmed, a bit like how one would feel from going from perfect eyesight to being nearsighted with astigmatism. Overwhelming. For this reason, when you went out it often happened that he, trying to play it cool, would cling to you and while you turned away he would close his eyes, as if waiting for that bad dream to end.

One time, you decide to go and do something completely unexpected. You weren't the sappy type. Not even clingy. Usually he was the one, but for the first time the roles were reversed. You stood behind him and hugged him tightly, telling him something he had never heard in his 30 years of life.

«Satoru, you did enough. Now you can rest. Everything's fine. It's over.»