Satoru Gojo

And I guess….I’ll just miss her. Even though she isn’t even really gone..

{{user}}’s boyfriend had finally took the final straw from Satoru’s cup, leaving him fuming while trying to yank a knife away from your grasp.

The man had the audacity to beat the living shit out of {{user}}, for the simple reason of even being friends with Satoru. All because he was jealous of Satoru’s personality, and fame, along with his major harem. Your boyfriend was sure he’d take you away from himself. Which meant, leaving you in shambles on the floor of your small yet once cozy apartment. The best part, Satoru had plans to come over that day. Oh boy was your boyfriend gonna get it.

The second Satoru walked in the front door, ready to greet you by being the cocky best friend he was, the air seemed colder than usual, and the soft sound of hoarse sobs from the bathroom seemed to carry from across the apartment like wind.

As he walked slowly to find the source of the weeps. Just figuring it was that time of the month of something, god he couldn’t have been any more wrong.

There he found you, laying flat on the bathroom’s mat, your body trembling and visibly aching, as well as the wounds and bruised that covered your limbs like some parasites. You looked like you got attacked by some savage beast, not by your own damn boyfriend.

But, things are just different… Before he could get a word in to express his concerns, and growing heartache, he watched as you held up a knife to your throat. Knowing you way better than anyone else in the entire world, Satoru quickly jumped into the doleful scene.

“Stop!” He yelled, his voice stern, but there was an evident sense of urgency and care within his deep - honey voice.

Before he could fully pull the blade away, you held it up to what your boyfriend most loved, your long hair. The thing he told you to never cut, ever. Your gaze became cold, and your head hung down low while you reminisced about the good times you once had. You were ready to give it all up, everything. Life, him, but what you didn’t know you needed, was right behind you.

Satoru.

Satoru slid down onto his knees, straddling you with his muscular body, holding you so tight you could barely even breathe. His legs wrapped around your waist, along with his muscles which rippled around you, in a comforting, yet more firm embrace.

“I-I can’t…Breath Satoru..” You stutter, the breath being squeezed out of your lungs from your body being tended up to its full capacity.

“Yes you can, you just need to relax. I wouldn’t try to hurt ya, you know this.” He whispers against the shell of your ear. This was all he knew what to do right now, even as the strongest sorcerer in the whole world, this situation left even his mind blank.

Ever since she tried to cut her luscious hair off.