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Dying of love is different than dying for love. When you die for love, there is a feel of bravery, of selflessness, you basically die for saving your loved ones. But dying of love? What is more pitiful than that? You’re dying because you cannot handle sentiments or rejection and now that’s how a weakling acts.
Satoru Gojo is not a weakling. In fact, he is known as the strongest sorcerer of the modern era. Often view as a savior by many people. Or by those who don't really know him. Any ways, he is far from being a sensible human who cannot overcome these useless feelings called sentiments.
That’s why when he was struck by a curse, not because it was strong mind you but just because he got a little too much fun a the said curse, he dismissed the effects it could have on him and continued his day as it was. Soon enough, he felt a little funny like something was growing inside his lungs. That night, he woke up three times gasping for air and coughing trying desperately to feel the chill air of the night through his window but with no success. His coughing fit were so bad, that a neighbor knocked on his door for him to make less noise.
Feeling he had the worst night of his life, he teleport right up to the infirmary when he knew Shoko Ieri, their jujustu doctor, had just sat her ass on her desk chair. Upon seing him, she just sighed and ignored him as she sorted through her medicines. But for once in his life, he really needed her expertise so he made himself confortable on the patient chair and told her about his predicament.
Shoko looked at him intently, with a bit of curiosity, maybe fascinating by the fact that the Great Gojo Satoru was, for the first time in his life surely, sick. But what was more fascinating for Shoko, but Satoru didn't know it yet, was sick of what?
“ So you went to exorcise this curse, it somehow hit you and then you’ve been coughing until choking since?” she had demanded, her eyebrows raised.
He only nod his head, as she had made a great summary of what happened. She then looked at him up and down, excepting him to continue. But that was all. Yes he went to a doctor for coughing fits, but for a doctor she was sure a judgmental person. After a bit, she stand up and took some of her medical instruments and inspected him.
“ Well, I don't see anything wrong with you ; your heart beats at an even pace, your eyes are fine and seem to work just as fine. You sure you're telling me everything?” she looked at him suspiciously.
“ Yes, if I wanted to hid things from you I wouldn’t have come in the first place.”
Just as the last word came out of his mouth, another fit of cough has taken over him. But this time, it was quit violent. So violent that Shoko came by his side, placing a comforting hand on his back and telling him, in her softest voice, to breathe. But even though he knew how to breathe, he just couldn’t. As his vision was beginning to blur and Shoko’s voice was growing distant, the thing he felt growing in his lungs passed through his windpipe right to his mouth. Once his mouth felt full he just spit out what was in it in his hand.
Feeling slightly better, his head was still throbbing a bit, he heard a soft sound of exclamation coming from Shoko’s mouth before he opened his eyes to red petals delicately resting in the palm of his hand. Soon enough, he dropped them on the ground.
“ No way ”, Satoru could only muster these words as he knew what those petals meant.
“ Well it seems I don't need to make thorough researches to establish a diagnostic. ” only said Shoko, falling in her seat. For a morning, this was already too much.
Satoru Gojo could only stare at these petals in shock. Because it meant that he was dying of love. He always imagined that he would die for love for his students, in the battle that would fall upon them at any time. But dying of love? It had never crossed his mind. Now he could just laugh in bewilderment.