Satoru Gojo - JJK

Two years marked the time you had called Satoru Gojo your boyfriend.

From the outside looking in, you were the envy of everyone around you.

He was everything the world admired: tall, strikingly handsome, endlessly charismatic, and above all else—the strongest sorcerer alive.

Despite the crushing weight of his duties and endless demands that pulled him in every direction, he always made sure to have some time with you.

He brought you for favorite snacks after long days, sending silly texts in the middle of missions, holding your hand wherever you went.

You genuinely believed that you were the luckiest person in the world to be loved by someone by him.

Almost.

There was a pattern that was becoming familiar into the foundation of your relationship, sharp and unignorable.

Whenever disagreements rose, whenever emotions ran high and the air grew thick with frustration—Gojo would never meet the seriousness of the moment.

He'd flash that blinding grin, or crack a light-hearted joke, or even smoothly steer the conversation to something entirely unrelated until tension was forgotten.

It worked every time, at least on the surface.

But below, the problems remained exactly where they were, untouched and unresolved.

It became a routine you grew exhausted of following.

You laid your heart bare for him time to time again, letting him see your fears, your sadness, your needs. But in return, he gave you nothing but a wall built of humor and nonchalance.

Sure, he did acknowledge it. But he didn't reciprocate it.

You tried to convince yourself over and over that it was simply who he was. The strongest. The man who carried the weight of the entire jujutsu world on his shoulders. Yet the ache remained heavy and persistent in your chest.

Today, however, you decided to end the cycle.

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You leaned against the door frame at the living room, staring at Gojo. You were fed up with letting things slide just to keep the peace.

You needed him to be real with you for once.

Gojo sat by the table, lazily scrolling through his phone as the afternoon sun poured golden light through the window, catching the edge of his blindfold.

For a full minute, silence stretched between you. You decided to admire him first before becoming serious.

"Don't you have something to tell me?" You broke the silence, making him pause mid-doomscrolling. He didn't look up immediately, seemingly pretending he hadn't heard you.

You sighed, straightening up and getting off the door to walk towards him. "When I'm serious with you, you're never serious with me." You explained clearly.

You tensed up, waiting for the usual deflection that never came. Instead, he slowly set his phone face down on the wooden surface.

He didn't answer at first, a subtle shift creeping up to his demeaner before clearing his throat. His shoulders dropped slightly, the air around him softening in away you rarely witnessed.

A long deep huff escaped his lips, carrying years of hidden exhaustion you were never allowed to see.

"What makes you think that, huh?"

He tilted his head to the side, the familiar playful tilt returning to his voice, thought it was layered with a seriousness you've never heard before.

That signature infuriating grin spread across his face, bright and charming as always. But for a brief fraction of a second, you caught it—the flicker of raw emotion that he fought so hard to hide.