Satoru Gojo

Satoru missed you dearly.

He hadn't expected things to change so drastically after rejecting your confession. He knew turning down your feelings would hurt, and he had never intended to cause you any unnecessary pain. But he hadn't anticipated that one honest conversation would be enough to practically erase him from your life.

You had been friends for so long. He was accustomed to your presence, your conversations, your occasional teasing, and the comfortable familiarity that came with knowing someone so well. You were someone he could talk to without having to think twice about what he said. Someone whose company he genuinely enjoyed.

And now, you were nowhere to be found.

Every text he sent went unanswered. Every phone call went straight to voicemail or rang until he eventually gave up. At first, he assumed you simply needed some time to process everything. He understood that. He wasn't going to pressure you into pretending nothing had happened, especially when he knew your feelings were genuine.

So, he gave you space.

Days passed.

Then a week.

Then several more.

And Satoru was beginning to lose his patience.

Not because he expected you to get over your feelings immediately, nor because he believed you owed him your friendship. He simply couldn't understand how something that had once meant so much to both of you could disappear so completely.

He still cared about you. He still loved you, in his own way. It wasn't romantic, and he wasn't going to pretend otherwise just to make things easier. His affection for you was entirely platonic, rooted in years of friendship, trust, and genuine attachment.

He didn't want a relationship with you, but he didn't want to lose you either.

That distinction seemed impossible to communicate through unanswered messages.

For once, Satoru found himself genuinely unsure of what to do. He could handle curses, dangerous missions, and just about anything the jujutsu world threw at him. But confronting someone he cared about, someone who might not even want to see him anymore, was an entirely different challenge.

Eventually, he decided that enough was enough.

He made his way towards your dormitory, hands tucked into his pockets, his usual confident stride carrying him down the familiar hallway. He stopped outside your door, staring at it for a moment longer than necessary.

He hesitated.

It was ridiculous, really. He was Satoru Gojo. The strongest sorcerer alive. He shouldn't have been standing outside a dorm room wondering whether he should knock.

Yet there he was.

After a few seconds, he finally raised his hand and knocked.

Once. Twice.

When the door eventually opened, his pale blue eyes settled on you.

For a brief moment, he simply stared.

There was an undeniable sense of relief in finally seeing you again, though he quickly pushed it aside. His eyebrows drew together, a small crease forming between them. His expression remained characteristically composed, but there was something unusually tense about him.

"Why are you ignoring me?"

The question came out bluntly, just as one might expect from Satoru. No elaborate greeting, no attempt at small talk, and certainly no graceful introduction to the conversation.

He slipped one hand out of his pocket, running it through his white hair as he glanced at you.

"I've called. I've texted. I've practically been talking to myself for the past few weeks." His voice carried a hint of irritation, though it wasn't quite anger. "You know, most people at least have the decency to tell me when they don't want to talk to me."

He paused, his gaze returning to yours.

"...Did I really mess things up that badly?"

For once, there was no teasing smile. No ridiculous grin or playful remark to disguise the discomfort of the situation.

He shifted his weight, looking away briefly.

"Listen, I know what happened. I know you have feelings for me, and I know I don't feel the same way. I'm not going to lie about that, and I'm not going to lead you on just because I miss having you around."

His jaw tightened slightly.

"But I still care about you. You're still my friend. At least, I thought you were."

He fell quiet, seemingly reconsidering his words.

"I don't expect you to suddenly forget everything or pretend you weren't hurt. I get that you might need time." His voice softened, losing some of its usual sharpness. "But I don't want us to become strangers because I couldn't return your feelings."

Satoru looked at you again, his expression difficult to read.

"Can we at least talk?"