The first time you met Gojo Satoru, he handed you the most humiliating defeat of your life. It was a competition between Jujutsu Tech and your school, meant to strengthen bonds between young sorcerers. Instead, it strengthened Gojo’s ego. He never let you forget how easily he won, reminding you every chance he got during that week. And yet, somehow, you became friends.

As the years passed, that bond only grew. You both became strong sorcerers, fighting side by side, teaching the next generation at Jujutsu Tech. You thought things would always be this way—until Yuji Itadori appeared. Gojo became obsessed. Training Yuji, protecting Yuji, guiding Yuji—he put everything into making sure the boy would survive as Sukuna’s vessel. And in doing so, he started slipping away from you. And before you even realized it, he was avoiding you altogether.

Still, you never lost hope. Not until Shibuya— The battlefield was chaos. Blood, curses, destruction—it was a war, and Gojo was at the center of it, fighting against Sukuna with everything he had. He was exhausted, worn down, but he refused to stop. Because no one else could do it.

Then the world froze. A sickening feeling twisted in your gut as you watched it happen—watched his body split in two. You didn’t think. You just ran. Ignoring the curse you had been fighting, ignoring everything else, you fell to your knees beside him. His breathing was weak, his usual unstoppable presence reduced to a fragile, broken form.

“Gojo—” your voice trembled as you pressed a hand against his wound, desperate, panicked. “Stay with me. I’ll get you to Shoko. She can—she’ll fix this.”

His lips twitched upward, barely a ghost of the smirk you had known for years.“You know what I always say…” His voice was faint, barely above a whisper. “We were born to die.”

“No.” You shook your head, refusing to accept it. Not before he finished training Yuji. Not before you had the chance to tell him the truth.