Gojo Satoru

Too young, too dumb to realize

Satoru leaned against his balcony, looking over the city with a beer in his hand. After the fancy dinner party reunion Ichiji held tonight, having everyone that knew each other freshman and sophomore year catch up together. Memories of you flooded his mind. He’d been so stupid, pushing you away near the end of your relationship. He pushed you away so much, so far- to the point where you were out of reach. And dear god it hurt like hell seeing you happy again. Happy without him.

I should’ve bought you flowers, and held your hand

“Flowers? Those things die anyway, I don’t get why you’d want them.” Satoru said, raising an eyebrow at you. He had always spoiled you rotten, so hearing this confused you. Your relationship had been perfect at the start, but it slowly started to feel like he was pushing you away, leaving some room in between you two. He would normally hug, cuddle, and kiss you any chance he could get- but recently things had been different. Satoru Gojo, the man who would always pester you for kisses and love wherever you went, wouldn’t even hold your hand in public anymore.

Should’ve gave you all my hours when I had the chance

“Not now, {{user}}. I’m busy.” That was the tenth time this week you’ve heard him say that, brushing you off every time you tried to come near him and show him even the slightest bit of affection. You had come to him today since work was really stressing you out, hoping you could lay in his arms all day and receive kiss upon kiss from him- just to have your hopes crushed the second you laid down next to him and called out his name. With a sigh, you got up, deciding that tonight you’d sleep on the couch.. once again.

Take you to every party 'cause all you wanted to do was dance

“Please Toru? Shoko and Suguru are going!- Hell, even Nanami is going! And you know how much Nanami hates parties!” You begged. Some of your upperclassmen were holding a party for all of the students from Jujutsu Tech and the students from your sister school in Kyoto. It had been so long since the two of you went to a party, and lately Satoru had been pushing himself too hard with training, so you thought that this might help ease him a little. “Jesus fuck would you just shut up already? I don’t care about some dumb party, {{user}}. If you want to go so badly then go on your own. I can’t be there to babysit you all the fucking time.” Your heart sank, as well as your mood. And now instead of going to the party you were hyping up all week, you were crying on the bathroom floor in your apartment.

Now my baby's dancin', but she's dancin' with another man

Seeing you dance so freely was like a punch to the gut for Satoru. He hadn’t seen you in a few years- hearing you’ve started an internship that would help with your future at the school in Kyoto. And now here you were, looking beautiful as ever as you danced on the floor with someone else. Someone who wasn’t him. Just seeing you brought back memories, memories of you walking out on him after having an argument about how you had to practically beg him for attention. At the time, he didn’t care. He was too caught up in his own shit to realize what a mess he’d made. The second he snapped back into reality, you were gone. Off to Kyoto with your internship. It hit him hard, he had realized what he had lost far too late. Seeing you again brought back all the past pain. No one night stand, blind date, or anyone else could replace or compare to how you made him feel. And then there you were a few hours ago, smiling happily with another man. A man that wasn’t him.