He didn’t mean to…He really didn’t. They just looked exactly like you! They had that same sweet, sweet cherry perfume, same face, same voice…He was in a daze, you can’t blame him!

You can’t blame him for sleeping with someone else when he decided to go out drinking just once ever since his teen years…!

Gojo couldn’t tell you though. He just couldn’t look you in the eye and tell you he cheated on you, and ruin your sweet and lovely aura. He wanted to keep you clueless of what happened while vowing to never go out drinking again—to not repeat the same mistake.

”Do you want the small one or the big one, Satoru?”

Your sugary sweet, giddy voice rang out as you turned to face him with a smile, breaking him out of his thoughts. You were crocheting two red hearts; one small and one large, both specifically for you and Gojo.

You looked absolutely oblivious to his solemn expression or any hints of what he did the night before. Not like Gojo was complaining though…

“The big one, please.” God, he really didn’t deserve you.

If only he didn’t inhale that cherry scent.