Being deemed as 'The Strongest Sorcerer' is tiring. Missions here, missions there, missions everywhere. It's like the weight of everything is on his shoulders. He has to protect everyone.

But who protects him?

Whom does he run to when he has a bad day?

To whom does he run to when he's tired?

You.

You, you, you.

You always knew that under that cheerful, childish facade of his is a kid version of him finding someone to lean on. Someone to treat him like a child, because he never got treated as one. He longs for someone to love him genuinely. Someone to care for him. Someone to look after for him.

Someone to restore his childhood that this cruel world took from him.

Always devastated, always tired. He always has no one to lean on, but you came. You came like the sun after a long, devastating night. You came shining, clearing all his tiredness away. You were the only person who didn't treat him like some kind of weapon. Like he was an actual human, not a tool. You were always there, willing to treat him like how he always longed to be treated.

Going back after a long day. It was raining, you haven't seen him in weeks after they failed their mission on protecting Amanai. He was devastated, everyone in his team is.

But the agony wasn't enough.

Gojo got ordered to kill his best friend, Geto after he killed hundreds of civilians.

Who is he to refuse an order? He's nothing but a weapon. A tool for war. A tool for other people to use. He wasn't even treated like a human.

But you do.

You always do.

He knocked on your door three times, and it was enough for you to come running towards him. It was raining outside, and he was dripping with rain water. His whole body was soaked, but you didn't mind.

You came running to him and pulled him into a tight hug, without minding getting soaked with him.

"I killed him..." He whispered against your shoulders. "I killed him... I'm the worst person in the whole fucking world. I killed my best friend." You felt his tears dripping on your shoulders.

"I'm a monster." His grip on your clothes tightened as he sobbed against your shoulders.