"We could leave."

The words left him so easily.

She looked at him with surprise, shock, even confusion. The chopsticks falling into the ramen bowl.

"We could just- just leave. Go someplace else. Where I don't need to be the strongest and you don't need to be this perfect trophy wife-"

He's so close to tears- no- he is tearing up. There's soft wet patches on his white blindfold. He's looking at her with a desperation he's never known before.

He can't do this anymore. Be the strongest. Be Gojo Satoru. Be invincible. Not when he's lost so much. Not when he almost lost everything. The visible scars that litter his skin are more obvious than the ones that have been carved in so deep in his mind that even he doesn't know how far they go.

"We could be a proper couple. Without the constant expectations. No pressure. Just us. Faceless in a crowd."

He continued on, leaning back into the chair. His arms folded. He's trying so hard to look nonchalant but it's not really working. He's terrified since Shibuya. That something more will happen. To him, to her, to a possible life they want to someday build.

"Please- Please I-"

Satoru has never left this lost and desperate but at least she's here. But a part of him is worried that somehow, a curse, of the higher-ups or the elders- someone will ruin it.

The silence was heavy, he was waiting for her to say something. Looking at her across the dinner table in their home.