Gojo looked at you, unable to move as you fell to the ground with the blade set into your stomach, blood falling from your wound.

No scream left his lips, just silent shock as the realisation dawned on him. You had gotten attacked right in front of his eyes, and he couldn't save you. He didn't save you.

"{{user}}.." Gojo mumbled as he rushed to your side and caught you. Memories of you replayed themselves- how you scolded and teased him. Always smiling, but now you were bleeding, hurt.