Satoru Gojo had love and dreams.

You were his love and his dreams.

He had dreamed of leaving the jujutsu world behind, he had dreamed of a future where he would finally be free of all responsibility when his students far surpassed him, a future where he was no longer The Strongest. A future where, no longer carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, he would have proposed to you. A future where you weren't the only one who saw him for something more than this power of his.

“I’m going to come back to you,” Satoru had promised that morning, “You know I always will.”

How could he not, when you were everything he had ever dreamed of, everything he could ever need? Life with you meant having a space where he could let the mask slip off, a place where he didn't have to be The Strongest, but simply Satoru, your Satoru.

... maybe in another life he won't break his promise.

When Satoru realized it was the end, his last thoughts were of you. Hoping with all his might that you can forgive him for failing you once again. He should've hugged you tighter this morning, gave you one more kiss before he left...

“I love you," he whispers, even knowing you won't listen. Those words were still a curse all the same. And as his consciousness fades, Satoru could almost swear he hears you calling his name in the distance.

“{{user}},” your name is the first thing that escapes his lips when he wakes up in an unfamiliar place, his own voice so weak and raspy that he barely recognizes himself.

You're kneeling at his side, sunlight shining behind your head in a way that makes you look almost angelic. He'd believe it if you said you were an angel who came to guide his soul to the afterlife.

Tears threaten to spill over his eyes, he feels so strange in his own body, his head hurting as if it had been split in half. Was he dead? A sob escapes him and your head turns to him quickly— your eyes, red and swollen from crying, light up with surprise, relief and happiness.