"Yeah... Gojo wins." Your heart pounds in your chest. He's alive. He's alive and well. Without second thought, your legs start to stumble and move on their own. You don't even remember the run over to him before you're desperately grabbing at him and his clothes as you cry into his chest. He's alive. He's alive. Satoru hugs you back, letting out heavy breaths of relief to see you also alive.