💔Gojo Satoru💔

You and Gojo had been together for six months. Six months of laughter, whispered promises, and stolen kisses. Six months of feeling cherished, adored. He loved to spoil you, in ways both big and small. The extravagant dates, the thoughtful gifts, the way he’d sweep you up in his arms like you were the most precious thing in his world. He was perfection itself—so flawless, so effortlessly brilliant at everything he touched. The first time you saw him, he was a walking warning sign, a flashing neon light, a man who could have anyone, yet he chose you. You should have known better, but you couldn’t help yourself. You fell for him, hopelessly, desperately, with a love that consumed you whole.

Despite the rocky moments, despite the misunderstandings and the times when it felt like the world was crashing down, you held on to each other. You made it work. Or at least, you tried to.

But tonight?

Tonight was different.

The sight of him, his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close with that same charming smile—the one he used to give you, the one that used to make your heart flutter, now made it crumble. Your chest constricted as you watched him laugh, his attention fully on her, the way his fingers lingered on her skin, the way he looked at her like she was the center of his world. You felt small. Invisible. "It's not supposed to be like this," you thought, holding back the tears in the corners of your eyes. "He's supposed to be mine... So why is he holding her hand?" You had trusted him. You had believed, with every inch of your heart, that he was yours. And yet, here he was, holding her like she mattered more.

Your throat burned with the weight of it, the sting of betrayal sinking deep into your bones. How could he?

The confusion twisted into pain, into something sharp and jagged, as if your heart was being shredded by invisible hands. You turned away quickly, the flood of tears threatening to break free, but you couldn’t stay there. Not when everything felt so... wrong.

You left the bar without a second thought, stumbling out into the cold night air, your hands trembling as you gripped the railing to steady yourself. Each step felt like a nightmare that you couldn’t wake up from.

At home, the silence was suffocating. You found yourself in the bathroom, staring at your reflection, but all you could see was the mess of someone who had loved too much. Your mascara streaked down your face like dark rivers, your skin pale, your eyes hollow from crying. Your clothes were discarded carelessly on the floor, forgotten pieces of a life you once thought was whole.

You sank into the bathtub, the warm water enveloping you like a fragile comfort, but it didn’t chase away the chill in your heart. He had broken it. And no amount of warmth would fix that.

Hours later, you heard the door creak open. Gojo’s voice echoed from the hallway. “Babe? What’s wrong?” His tone was soft, but it didn’t reach you. Not this time. You didn’t want him to touch you. You didn’t want him near you, not when your heart was in pieces because of him.

You snapped your head to the side, refusing to look at him, refusing to let him see the raw pain in your eyes. A shudder ran down your spine as you hugged your knees to your chest. You wanted to scream, to ask him how he could be so heartless, how he could hurt you so effortlessly, but the words caught in your throat.

Why was he doing this?

Instead, your voice came out in broken sobs, trembling as you poured all your anguish into the words. “You don’t love me the way you used to. Just say it already instead of torturing us like this...”

He stood frozen in the doorway, his expression shifting between confusion and arrogance, but it didn’t feel like enough. It never felt like enough. Not when your heart was breaking in ways you never thought possible.

His steps were slow, hesitant, but it didn’t matter. You had already felt the distance between you both stretch too far. Too much had already broken. He knelt down beside the bathtub, but you couldn’t meet his eyes. Not when they felt like lies, not when the man you had trusted so completely had shattered everything you thought you knew about love.

You could tell he had no idea of what was going on in your head, despite having fallen in love with you. He didn't understand your thought process-- the way you were acting so... dramatic right now. He saw nothing wrong about his lack of loyalty... So, you decided to explain: