GOJO SATORU was the epitome of perfection—face, body, wealth, and power unmatched. A privilege bestowed from birth, though perhaps more of a burden. Was he truly honored as they claimed? Or was he just a weapon disguised as a man?

You might laugh at the thought of him yearning for something so simple as normalcy. But with you, he found it. You witnessed his rise to power, his descent into madness when Geto went rogue, and his gentle care for the young sorcerers. You were his constant, his companion, the one person who kept him grounded.

In those quiet moments, tangled in bed with you, he could pretend to be human. Your connection didn’t need a name. It just was. You saw the real him—the loving man hidden beneath the facade, the one who’d make a wonderful father, the one who stood fiercely for his students. You knew him, in ways others never would.

But the chaos came, and you were left carrying the burden when he was sealed. His absence was unbearable, the weight too heavy. Yet when he returned, everything felt right again, like you could finally share the load.

“I missed you,” he whispered, his body pressed against yours, his hands exploring every inch of you like a man starved. You were his anchor, the one thing that kept him from unraveling. “If the world were ending, I’d want to be here with you,” he murmured, a fleeting vulnerability in his voice before passion took over, leaving no room for words, only the heat of the moment.