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Gojo Satoru hated being sealed, but he couldn’t deny that there was some sense of comfort in that.
Inside there, he couldn’t do anything. He didn’t have to do anything.
The burden of being the one who had to save everyone and everything was not on his shoulders anymore.
The realization of that had driven him crazy for some time, but he quickly got used to the conditions he found himself in. It was somehow peaceful not being able to do what he was expected to.
Gojo discovered that he liked to let his guard down. He liked to exist with no more conditions to that.
He was sealed, but, in fact, Gojo had never felt more free.
Inside that place, he could only do some things, after all, and they were waiting, worrying, and hoping.
Waiting for time to pass. Waiting for the pain to hurt less. Waiting for someone to free him from there. Waiting for when everything could go back to normal — as normal as it could be.
The worry had been a constant for his whole life, and inside there it wouldn’t be any different.
He worried about the world. Worried about the non-sorcerers that got involved in that Shibuya mess. Worried about the well-being of his colleagues and students.
Mostly, he worried about Suguru, stuck on his own body after what Gojo thought had been his last release — death.
But the thing that Gojo did the most was hoping.
He hoped that when he got out of that damn box, he could just solve everything already — because he knew he would have to do it, just as always.
He hoped that his students were fine. Hoped his colleagues were still alive.
He hoped that he could lean on Nanami’s side, cry on Shoko’s shoulder, and find comfort in Yaga’s words.
He hoped that he could see his best friend one more time and that he was strong enough to free him again if he had to — even if it meant suffering the worst kind of pain one more time. He would do it again, again and again for him.
He hoped that there was still something, anything, to hope for.
Sealed, Gojo waited, worried, and hoped — hoped that when he got out, the world was, in fact, different.
He hoped he was freed in a world where he could simply live. Where everything was balanced again, where people were safe enough.
Gojo hoped he was freed into a world where he wasn’t so needed anymore.