𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 » gojo satoru.

GREAT SORROW.

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟰,, 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄.

𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩, 𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘦𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭
𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

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𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗩𝗜𝗥𝗚𝗢𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗟𝗬.

Thoughts of Gojo lingered in your mind the entirety of the following day. You couldn't shake his smirk, his sad smile, the sheer power around him from your mind. During your music practices, when you tried yet again to paint and failed yet again, he was there. 

His final smile before he left stuck the most.

Needless to say, you were looking forward to today's meetup. 

Jittery and nervous, you ran your fingertips over the cover of a book. You weren't able to make out the tiny little words with your technique, so you kept books for the mere habit of being able to run your fingers over them, enjoying the texture of the cover and paper. You didn't even think you'd read a single one of the dozens of books that occupied one of your many tall bookshelves. 

Because of Gojo, you had been opened to a whole new world. 

One where you wouldn't be looked at funny for being blind, yet able to navigate. One where using your cursed every would be normal, one where staring emptily at a space where you sensed a curse was okay. 

One, where you could just be yourself. 

You listened nervously to the click ticks pass by, one after another. It seemed like eternity before it reached afternoon, the same time you had gone out yesterday.

Because Gojo hadn't specified what time to meet him in the corner of the park at, so you planned to head there at the same time as yesterday.  

You really should've asked him for what time.

Because now you were brimming with anxiety. 

When the half-dreaded time finally arrived, you nearly tripped over the same book on the carpet 4 times trying to get to the door. Once you were out of the house and down your front steps, you rushed back, pulling on your door to ensure that it was locked.

Once again, needless to say, you were an absolutely wreck.

Because of your sightless eyes, you activated your cursed technique while you speed walked down the cobblestone once more, and towards the designated meet up spot.

You sensed Gojo long before your technique saw his figure. 

His sorrow was smothering once more, and its calm state the last time you saw him was gone. It had returned to its original state. It was just as overwhelming and suffocating as it was when you had first met him.

Despite the stifling sorrow, you pushed your way to his side on the bench. 

Like how you had sensed him, Gojo probably sensed you coming a long way back, as he didn't even bother to have a double take when he saw you plop down on the bench out of the corner of his eye.

There was a short moment of undiluted silence. 

"You actually came," said Gojo. he sounded almost vulnerable. Almost. However, you knew that 'vulnerable' was no word to describe him. In fact, it would be the opposite. 

"Of course I came," you replied, utterly perplexed. "Why wouldn't I have?"

You wanted to see this great organization of Jujutsu sorcerers yourself, even if it sounded ironic, since you were incapable of sight without your cursed technique.

And something told you that you would finally get to see Gojo in action.

The same something that told you that told you that Gojo was no weakling. The raw power you'd sensed when you'd first met was still there, lingering, albeit hidden better now. 

If anything, he was at least 20 times as strong as you, if not 50. 

And that was saying something, especially since you'd trained in martial arts before you'd gone blind. 

You had lived a normal life before your sight was stripped away. You went to parties, stressed about exams, engaged in fights, tournaments; and won them all. Those were of no use to you in the normal world now, as there was no chance you could still fight, and not have people wondering on how you could see.

That being said, in conclusion, Gojo Satoru was insanely strong. 

"Well, my dear, are you coming or not?"

Gojo had stood during your mental turmoil, and had a hand extended, waiting for you to take it. 

There was a slight hesitation in his words, a slight hesitation at the nickname. You didn't mind it, though, it gave you a sense of finally belonging somewhere, of finally having someone to care for you, someone whom you could at the very least call a friend. 

You let your lips curl into a smile, and you beamed up at the man as you extended your own hand, gripping his and turning off your cursed technique for once. You allowed him to acknowledge the fact that you trusted him. 

As Gojo lifted you to your feet and guided you down the path in the park and winded around corners, your smile never left your lips.

This was the first time since you became blind, that you had walked without your cursed technique.

And for once, it felt normal, like you were still the normal girl you once were.

And this was definitely the first time you had smiled genuinely since you'd gone blind.

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