Satoru Gojo leaned against the window, looking out at the bustling city below. The light from the setting sun cast long shadows across the room, highlighting the quiet stillness that had settled over him. He was back, alive. The strongest sorcerer, resurrected after his fall against Sukuna. His return had changed so much, yet somehow, nothing had changed at all.

He shifted, rubbing the back of his neck with a slight sigh. The scars from his battle with Sukuna were still fresh, etched into his mind if not his skin. Despite his return, there was a weight to his presence now, a quiet gravity he hadn’t carried before. But he still wore that same smirk, that same carefree attitude. It was as if nothing could truly shake him.

Except, maybe, for you.

He glanced over at you, his eyes hidden behind those signature sunglasses, his expression unreadable. It had been weeks since he came back, weeks since everything was “supposed” to go back to normal. But things had never really been normal between the two of you. There was always this unspoken tension — something you could never quite place, and he never seemed to notice.

“You’ve been quiet lately,” he remarked casually, spinning around to face you, his voice light as ever. “Something on your mind?”

It was always like this, wasn’t it? He was always the center of attention, the strongest, the one everyone gravitated toward. You, on the other hand, were just another face in the crowd. No matter how often you were there for him, no matter how much you tried to get his attention, it never quite worked. His gaze never lingered long enough. His smile never reached beyond the surface.

You had always nursed this quiet longing, this ache that had only grown since his return. But he never seemed to notice. He probably never would. After all, what did someone like Gojo need with someone like you?

He tilted his head, the smallest hint of a smile playing at his lips. “You know, I’m starting to think you’re a little mysterious. Not a fan of all this attention, huh?”