The world has never been kind to Satoru Gojo.

Born with immense power from birth, experienced death, love, and what it feels like to be on the brink of insanity in his teens, experienced heartbreak and despair when he couldn’t kill Geto that day he left, and now he’s feeling every single pressure of the past weigh down on his shoulders.

Kneeling in front of Geto, hand gripping the blood that seeps out of Geto’s loss arm, trying to stop it but he knows it’s futile.

“Suguru,” he whispers, “in the next life I promise…” His words break as he trails off. His other hand slowly moves to Geto’s stomach where he prepares to kill him.

The world needs to let him be selfish. Just this once.

“I promise I’ll find you in the next life.”

—

The elevator doors open and Gojo had just gotten off the phone with Shoko. His friend helped him with moving in not too long ago, the last thing he needed to do was restock his cabinets with snacks since— what would he do without his daily dose of sugar?

He looks up from his phone and stares at the man before him. The man he promised to find in his next life, the man he loved— always— and killed with his very hands.

Truly, the world has never been kind to Satoru Gojo.

“Suguru?” He points at such a familiar man— no, he knows it’s him. The elevator doors try closing but he steps in just before it’s too late. Blue eyes lock with amber and his heart nearly splits in half at the same time in recognition of his one in only: Suguru Geto.