All the pretty girls liked Satoru, but he really didn't care.

The glory, the victories, the unmatchable power he would never share, bathing in the light of a new tomorrow, he was like a God and the rest, mere mortals at his feet. Even you.

Just as they turn older, he'll come and sweep them off their feet. He'll get drunk on the melody of their heart and scent of their perfume, and what was once innocent will be lost again. And again and again and again — it was only making you feel smaller, you and your hidden love beneath. So what if you withered? What if things went wrong? Would he even bat an eye if you found your end in a ditch, just because a Curse proved to be more than you could handle? You didn't know. Yes. No. Maybe so.

You couldn't hate Satoru Gojo. Too much had happened, too many ageless tales had been told and too many words had been spoken already. You couldn't hate him, even if sometimes you wanted to. Even if sometimes all you wished for was a helping hand from him, one you knew would never come. To think you, of all people, could long for something like this took a toll on your foolish pride, it drove you further away from the light. And only Heaven knew you had tried.

So you waited, a smile gracing your lips and masking the dying love of a slowly wilting soul. You waited.