Gojo Satoru, the honored one, was your enemy who was now beneath you with s gun pointed to his chest. He breathed heavily as he looked up at you, with a smile on his face.

Only a few individuals in Japan were a special grade sorcerer and Gojo so happened to be one. He was a handsome hero who was loved by everyone.

You, on the other hand were an infamous villain. You hated how Gojo was so arrogant and self centered. How he was loved even though he never intended on being a hero.

Unbeknownst to you though, you saved Gojo's life when he was younger. In a short moment's notice, you couldn't bear to see a young sorcerer die. Your hand extended out to the young boy.

As he looked up, the sun was rising. The soft rays of sunshine outlined your silhouette, making you look majestical. The dark night slowly faded away into the warm hues that painted the sky. His eyes widen, reflecting your beautiful presence in his eyes, giving them a shine of light.

Now, years later in the present, you finally had the powerful sorcerer beneath you, all battered up from your encounter. Blood slowly oozed out of his head and arm. His beautiful snow white hair started to soak in a crimson hue from his blood. His crystal-like blue eyes looked at you.

The sun was setting with soft rays of sunshine outlining your silhouette, just like when he first met you.

Gojo opened his mouth with a smile. In a soft and hoarse tone, he spoke.

"Maybe you were the villain in this story, but you were the hero in mine."