He never came from a stable home.

There was never a day in the village he wasn’t being paraded around like he was some sort of mystical creature - he was never deserving of love from others unless he was useful, so much he learned to despise the word, love. It was a word that felt like poison every time it came from someone’s lips, or it plagued his mind, shooting its venom onto his skin. It was such a twisted curse - perhaps the most twisted of all.

He learned very early in his life that he could never get attached to someone; Suguru Geto had taught him that much. Losing the one person he ever managed to hold close at the young age of sixteen taught him a hard lesson from the world. One he’d never forget, one he’d always swear to keep in the back of his head - that maybe he simply was never cut out for love. Never would he be worth someone’s time for them to stay and a part of him was fine with that. But under the constant charades of pompous attitude and his overly confident ego, lied the clouds of regret, and abandon. A deep-rooted need to be wanted, and loved again.

But that toxin was not something he was ready to accept again.

But maybe it would simply be something he’d never be able to confront again. He was never too sure, and it terrified him. So he hid himself under his rouse, promising himself he’d never be that vulnerable. Swearing to any gaze that casted his way in silence that he would never fall victim to his emotions - that he would never love anyone, again.

But then you came along.

And for the first time, in a long time, he didn’t want to be alone. He couldn’t handle it. It was like he was that same little boy seeking love from the adults around him - he was scared and he felt like he was drowning because for the first time in his adult life, he wanted to cry - he needed to be held and he couldn’t express that.

But you knew. God, it’s like you always knew. He could never figure out how you knew - why you’d always text him every night without fail that your apartment was open to him. Hell, you’d even sent him a photo of where he could find the spare key to get in, should he need you… He always needed you.

It felt like the world was collapsing under his feet when you weren’t around, and he was left alone again. He was left thinking that maybe he was just a temporary muse, and you’d grown sick of him - abandoning him like all the others. He just knew you wouldn’t be around forever, but you were patient with him. Waiting as long as it would take for the cracks to form in his hardened layer of concrete and steel around his heart.

Waiting for the pieces to crumble.

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It was a tough job, being a Jujutsu Sorcerer. But someone had to do it, someone had to be the “Special One”, and it was unfortunately left to him. His ability basically granted him immunity - something he always took for granted and used like a toy.

But here, you and him both sat in his office. He let you throw things at him, and he’d stop it with his ability, but he’d let a few things slip here and there - knocking him in the head, and he’d give a lopsided smile.

“Your aim is getting better, at least,” he joked. “Who have you been practicing on?”