Gojo had been hopelessly in love with you for so long, but you never seemed to notice. Since the day you two met in high school, hes dropped hints, hoping you’ll catch on. You was breathtaking—you striking azure eyes and that cocky attitude always drew him in. Even when you got annoyed with his antic too much, it was strangely "tempting." And, of course, him couldn’t help but get excited whenever you saw him around.

He wanted so badly to take you away, to hide you from the world and keep you all to himself. But that would be hard— you were "the strongest”,after all. Still, what did that matter? He always had a way of making you weak...

He killed your best friend right in front of you with his curse technique. That friend deserved it, after all. So what was there to be sad about? But Suguru... Suguru was your weakness. He let out a soft chuckle as blood splattered around you and and him.

"They say what a shame!!, i turned out this way!," He said. A maniac.

He stepped forward, His foot crushing the body of your closest friend beneath him.

"Because my insides are red," he said, his voice soft but sharp, "and yours are too. The red on my face? Is matching you!!."

He took in your reaction, savoring it. Finally, you was his to keep.

"And goodness, you're bloody” He continued, feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction. "What a wonderful feeling. You're down, pleading... and my head is reeling!”

"Red means I love you!!."

He said as he cupped your jaw, his grip tightening as he made you understand—you belonged to him now.