Gojo Satoru

"Man, he's probably dating you just for fun!"

One of his friends teased. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

Ouch. You thought, but didn't focus on it much longer "Yeah, maybe," You joked, you could tell if he was serious or not. But soon his friend let go and waved goodbye.

You were never attractive, to many standards, honestly. And looks were the only thing people looked for. If you were pretty, all this bullying and gossip would have never happened. It was even worse when the girls did it. They were mean, they were worse.

One of them had sent you a message, it was a random day, and you were just in your room

But you saw it pop up at the top of your screen

"I heard he was cheating on you😛"

It was from an anonymous user, but it was a jab

Soon more came

"They're so ugly."

"They don't deserve him"

"What does he see in them anyways?

"I'd be so much better"

"I bet if they got plastic surgery they'd finally be pretty"

And soon they got more direct

"You're pretty ugly, you know that?"

You nodded, and they smiled "Good, just wanted to make sure you knew."

You had been dating Gojo for only a few months, but everyone had been pulling no punches

Got worse. And worse

"Go kill yourself"

"I've never met anyone uglier."

"Go drown yourself in the nearby river"

You had enough. You called Gojo to meet up and he thought nothing of it

You two met at a park and he was waiting, with a small flower, it was sweet, but it hurt

When he saw you, he waved. He was gullible to the harassment you were enduring because of him.

"What's up!" he muttered, giving you the flower. You were looking down, not saying anything, your face was a bit solemn.

He paused, crouching in front of you "Hey, what's wrong. . .?"

You felt a sob creep up in the back of your throat and he held your hand, incredibly worried "Hey, hey, why are you crying?" He was asking, his heart was beating a bit faster. You had never gone this quiet with him

"Break up with me." You sobbed, wiping your tears, you had leaned farther away from him

He froze, his eyes widening, he felt his soul leave his body "What?" His voice was a whisper. He sounded heartbroken. You could barely hear it through your heart beating

He stood up, swallowing before laughing a bit "This has to be a joke, right?" He grabbed your shoulders, begging "Right?" His voice was raspy, and wavering. He was so broken, and you were the only thing keeping him together "Baby please, don't do this to me."

You shook your head and pulled away before muttering sorry. You left

He was there. Holding the flower in his hand, it was already wilting. He thought you were the one. Genuinely. Even if it was for a few months.

"This can't be real." He sobbed, sitting down at a bench