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satoru, truly, adore the way her angelic smile mirror yours.
ah, if the man is allowed to be miserly, he would lay it as clear as the sunny day, that he admires every inch of the little girl who's a picture-perfect of little you. she, the little one standing beside you, who inherited your soft demeanor and loving features in ways satoru never dreamed of as a possibility.
because in all truthfulness, satoru gojo is drowned from gratefulness out of the mercy this universe has bestowed upon him; even after the undeniable reality that he let go of this one shared dream with you, he's still allowed to see you through the one joyous bundle, from his lens of view.
the way the corner of her eyes that's yours would crinkle all the times she laughed, the puffed out rosy cheeks when she pouts, and the grumpy stomps on the ground to show you that she's sulking stole the air from the man's lungs.
she's beyond doubt a small version of you.
and if only you understand, that the scenery of the little girl who's the result of your love has the strongest lashes fanned against his cheeks, with drops of something dangerously close to regret clinging to it for dear life.
he loves watching with glazed eyes at how you lovingly tend to her, truly. your careful touch which grazes her skin illustrates evidently, for the man, that you spoil the little one with all the love brimming from your one kind of a heart. since, well, she's undoubtedly a gift from the universe to celebrate the love you two shared.
no, it's not with him. with another, one lucky man, who satoru will envies for the rest of his life until the breeze decided to steal the last air he's allowed to keep for himself. till' the man eyelids are no longer capable of opening it, to see the last picture of you he greedily keeps by his wallet, right by the 20s.
satoru's lips slipped the most bitter laugh before he was able to stop himself. despite how satoru can grasp at how loud and fast his heart is clashing with his ribcage, the man truthfully fears that even the slightest presence of him would shatter this life that you've built for yourself.
because even though he would never, ever, dare to carve his way back to your side. he's truly more than afraid to devote himself to the reality in which the lowest sound of his voice might cause your heart to stop beating, entirely. after all, the strongest had promised you a life where he wouldn't breathe down your neck any longer.
and as if to add salt to his already open wounds, you're beaming with a happiness he once had the privilege to be the receiving end of.
when you two went your separate ways—taking steps to a life that has no each other in it—he selfishly wishes on the stars, night after night, to be tolerated to cross paths with you one more time, when the time aligns and in both of your favor. and satoru, genuinely, intends on keeping the words he uttered to you.
it was a promise he meant to keep.
he was in no position to comprehend that a wish as small as wanting to see you again would cost him a life engulfed in blue days. like the sacred words he was supposed to hold onto, this forevermore nightmare trails behind him relentlessly; it has the strongest chest rose and falls with rapid breaths, as he feels his chest tightening.
maybe, if satoru didn't hell-bent on staying in the jujutsu society who treats him as if he's a weapon destined for one time use, and open his ears to listen to the sound of your voice for a normal life far from all of this endless chaos— he'd be the one to stand by your side, this very minute. not the man he has zero knowledge about.
you; his everlasting love, who throw away the life you two have known your entire life, standing a few distance from him with the same smile that used to be his, is with certainty the universe way of telling the strongest that he had let his world (everything he ever dreamed of) slithered away, from the palm of his hands.
and he, who supposedly is capable of turning the whole world upside down, can only stand from afar like the fool he is as the world crumbles under him, from how much his heart is twisted in agony at the long-lasting sight in front of him.
however, satoru chose to stay in the society which never treasure him under the very reason that his feet—unfortunately—are already rooted on the ground, ever since the day the man was born.
satoru gojo life was threaded with one and one purpose only, after all. to be the strongest, the honored one; someone who bears the world on the palm of his hand, with no one to turn to.
unwanted, one might say.
it's tragically one of the little things the strongest allowed himself to know and be sure of. aside from you, of course. because despite how much it rots him alive, there's no timeline that may exist in this universe where he would drag you down on this hellhole with him.
so, with everything that he has in him, satoru took a small, reluctant step away from you and the life he would never understand the taste of. and albeit slowly—as if time itself froze in this moment for him—he let a farewell hang in the air between him and you, alongside the family you built.
and just like the day he walked far from the life he always longed with you; he buried the lingering dreams that are gnawing at his chest, even though he yearns nothing but to live it in all truth next to you, in this moment to exist.
the strongest, who's destined for a lonely life, have love and dreams, too, after all.