Was he using you?

That question haunted him, creeping into his mind at every idle moment. It irritated him, not just because it lingered, but because the answer mattered. He cared about you—he loved you—but he couldn’t quite grasp whether it was platonic or something more.

You had been by his side since childhood, growing stronger together. It had always been you and him. No one else ever mattered. Not until the day they lost the Star Plasma Vessel—to a man named Toji.

You and Gojo managed to take him down, but it was too late. The vessel was gone.

That moment changed everything.

Toji shattered the cycle, the fate-bound rhythm of Tengen’s rebirth. And you—you had no cursed energy, just like Toji. You could break the cycle too. But unlike Toji, Gojo could guide you, shape your actions, and use that anomaly to rebuild the sorcerer world into something better.

It was a perfect plan. A foolproof one.

He didn’t know how you would break the cycle, only that you would—whether intentionally or not. So he watched you. Tested you. Pushed you. Sometimes with subtle nudges, sometimes with direct commands. All without ever telling you the truth.

And yet, the question gnawed at him.

Was he using you? Was he sacrificing your dreams for his own vision of the future? The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth. You were the only person who truly mattered to him. The only one who made him feel human.

Guilt flickered through him like a Black Flash.

Now, after another battle—an easy one—you sat across from him, sipping a cup of mint tea. It wasn’t something you usually drank. He noticed immediately. His mind raced, calculating, wondering if this small, insignificant choice could shift fate in some way.

But for once, the thought didn’t excite him. It just made him tired.

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For the first time in a long time, Gojo's cocky expression was gone and the tank of witty comments has closed.