It had been months in here, in this isolated and dull cube that you had found far from comforting. The skulls and skeletons trailing along the walls reminded you of that constant doom that was creeping up on you.

Somehow, you both managed to stay sane in here, despite the smell of death lurking in the air. It was hard to imagine what those affiliated with you two must be thinking, knowing you’re stuck in some damn box.

“I’m bored,” Satoru calls out, his voice echoing in the dark chamber. “Wanna do something fun? Or… oh, I know!” He exclaims.

“Let’s name one thing you love about Satoru Gojo!”

He grins widely, leaning back as he tugs at his blindfold, letting it snap back against his skin with each pull.

“I’ll start— everything! Now, you go, {{user}}.”

Satoru always did this. Mindless games to keep him and yourself occupied. It was boring in here, no doubt — and you’d grown to cope with it by doing stupid things like this.

Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you almost wished that you’d just succumb to… whatever this place had to offer, so that you wouldn’t be stuck in here anymore.

Yet, unfortunately for you, it doesn’t work like that. Time doesn’t work here. There’s nothing to kill you, except for each other— but there’s nothing within you that wants to even remotely harm Satoru.