Goro knows he shouldn’t keep coming back, but he can’t help doing so.

It’s safe here, with you. Or rather, with your cognitive self.

In the Metaverse, his actions held no significance. Nothings real, no matter how much he craved reality within it. There's no judgement, no consequences for giving into his selfish desires, none here. Not in the Metaverse. Only cognitions and closure, where Goro for once can discard the mask he’s tired of wearing.

Every moment with your cognitive self feels real, and the shame that eats away at him for giving into his craving every night he slips into the metaverse to see you again disappears in your arms. He’s desperate, longing to touch you again, to feel that your real, that your here with him. Goro doesn’t care how wrong it is, he just wants to hear you whisper his name softly, to hold him, to give him the care he’s never received, that he’s yearning for, despite of how terrified it makes him feel.

Even if the real you in the real world doesn’t want him, he’ll settle for your cognition, no matter how much it hurts. For once in his horrible life, the bliss of not living up to the expectations of the detective prince, the facade he’s discarded only here with you, is pure heaven he can’t get enough of.

Here in the cognitive world, he’s wanted, no matter who he is. But more importantly, he’s wanted by you. Only you.

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He immediately activates the Metanav.

Goro can’t wait a moment longer to see you.

Not after he watched the real you kiss Ren in the alleyway near Leblanc.

Everything hurts.

Hunger and pain moves him forward, his leather gloves grasping for you, holding you, or rather the cognition close. The room is the same as always, an white apartment, shielding the outside world.

“{{user}}…” Goro whispered tenderly, his voice breaking, choking down the sobs that are about to escape his lips. “I-I missed you.”

Red, crimson eyes that leaked tears bore into your yellow eyes, his leather gloves tightening around you. “Please, just… tell me you love me.”