Satoru loved you. He had from the moment he first laid eyes on you in that same high school classroom you both teach the next generation of Jujutsu High in. And that’s what hurt the most. It was a bittersweet burden where he knew that sorcerers were never meant to get their happy endings; that they were all meant to die without regrets. And in the back of his mind he knew his story was fated to end tragically from the moment he was born, yet he couldn’t find it in him to ignore the thread that tethered his heart to yours.

But as the days turned into years, he found solace in irritating and teasing you throughout school hours because it provided him a glimpse of acceptance that he desperately craved. He’d rather die than admit how his heart ached for yours and put your happiness at risk, so he chose to remain the playful fool that desperately clung to those fleeting moments when he could just be Satoru Gojo, the person—if only for a little while.