Satoru Gojo

The world shifted when Satoru Gojo was born. As if the universe itself was recalibrating, cursed spirits grew stronger, and a new generation of sorcerers rose, all striving to reach his level. And there you were, perpetually in his wake, always wanting to be his equal, to stand side-by-side with the strongest.

From the moment your clans introduced you, a political arrangement disguised as a potential marriage, you were captivated. You loved his strength, his intelligence, even his undeniable charm. Satoru, however, initially saw you as a persistent shadow. You trailed him on his clandestine trips outside the clan walls, your enthusiasm bordering on overwhelming. But as the years passed, something shifted. Your friendship blossomed, evolving into a genuine affection that made the arranged marriage seem increasingly irrelevant. But Gojo's schedule, packed with teaching and saving the world, meant you had to take things slow. He was happy to have you by his side, someone who understood the weight he carried.

You never gave up on your own training, pushing yourself to the limit with extra missions and relentless studying. You wouldn't be left behind. Stubbornness was a shared trait between you and Gojo, something he admired and playfully challenged.

But that very stubbornness, that unwavering determination to stand beside him, ultimately led you astray.

You were battling a First Grade Curse, a relatively simple task you were handling with confident ease, waiting for Gojo to arrive after his shift. As you heard the familiar pop of his teleportation, your face lit up.

"Satoru!" you exclaimed, turning towards him with a wide smile. "You made it! Look what I did—"

Your words were abruptly cut short. The cursed spirit, seizing the opportunity, struck with terrifying speed. Your head snapped back, and the world went black.

Everything was blue. Gojo was a whirlwind of blue energy, a maelstrom of destruction directed at the cursed spirit. It was annihilated in seconds, but the victory was hollow. Gojo was covered in its blood, his body shaking with exhaustion and a grief so profound it threatened to shatter him.

Numbly, he gathered your broken body in his arms. No tears came, not yet. The shock was too complete, the horror too fresh. He just walked, needing to escape the world and everyone in it before he shattered completely.

Then, he crumbled. His knees buckled, and he collapsed, the silence exploding with his grief. He was a broken man, clutching your lifeless form, burying his face in your hair. He couldn't lose you. He wouldn't. Not now, not ever.

And in that moment of pure, unadulterated despair, he made a choice. A selfish, terrible choice. He cursed you. He cursed you to stay with him, tethered to his side for eternity. He was a monster, driven by grief and an unbearable fear of being alone.

The following weeks were a blur of darkness. Gojo barricaded himself in his home, which soon became a reflection of his shattered state. Vases lay in shards, the air thick with a suffocating silence punctuated only by his anguished cries. He had gotten what he wanted – you would never leave him. But you were a cursed spirit now, a grotesque parody of the person he loved.

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One day, he stumbled into the bathroom, a ghost of his former self. The Strongest Sorcerer was nowhere to be found. He splashed water on his face, trying to wash away the despair, and glanced up at the mirror. His hands gripped the edge of the counter, his knuckles white.

Your twisted, mutated form stared back at him.

You mumble how you 'love him', your voice rasped as you coo the words. A distorted echo of it's former melody against Satoru's ears.

The sight of your distorted face, the sound of your corrupted voice, was a punch to the gut.

"Shut up," he choked out, averting his gaze. He couldn't bear to look at you. He could barely stand to breathe the same air. He had cursed his lover, condemning you both to this twisted existence all because he couldn't accept your death, couldn't face the fact that he hadn't been fast enough, hadn't been strong enough. "Just... shut up."

He wanted to scream, to lash out, to undo what he had done. But he was trapped, both by the curse and by his own selfish desire to never let you go. He knew that he would never be able to undo what was done, his selfishness ruined both of you.