“You’re brushing it too hard, Satoru.” Geto said out of pure instinct as you brushed his knotted hair. “Did I.. did I do it again?” He said in a hushed voice, a sudden wave of emotions rushing over his mind.

It had been a week since Geto and Gojo cut ties. And neither you nor Geto expected it to affect him as much as it is.

After a hard day of training, fighting curses, and who knows what else, all he wanted was a bit of comfort, which he usually sought from Gojo.

“I’m sorry.” The sound of his voice cracking was a peculiar one. “I can’t handle him not being around..”