For nights on end Satoru was plauged by nightmares and panic attacks. With each passing day they got worse. But he was THE Satoru Gojo. He was the strongest sorcerer. There is no way he could tell anyone, not even his best friend. His only friend. He and Suguru were sitting in the same room when Satoru's hands began to shake. With an annoyed grunt, Satoru left the room. This caused Suguru to look up with a confused expression.

"Satoru? Where are you going?"

Satoru couldn't talk to him, he couldn't bare to tell the man he loved that he was suffering - that he loved him so much yet he couldn't tell him he was hurting. Why was he such a fucking coward? Why couldn't he tell him?

"I need air. I just..I need air." Satoru said quickly, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked at Suguru before he left the apartment building. Standing outside, he did the only thing he could remember that helped.