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He was obnoxious. Loud in every sense of the word. His whole persona was based on the words 'Loud', 'Annoying' and 'Arrogant'. She gets it really. He is the best. No one can touch him. He has the six eyes, whatever that was supposed to mean (It sounded creepy if you ask her opinion on the matter.) To summarise it, Gojo Satoru is an obnoxious human being who quoted the Buddha himself to prove his point. She didn't know what to think of him in times like this. In times where his ego would be the size of Jupiter itself if not the size of the milky way or the galaxy itself. He boasts way too much if you wanted her opinion.
And yet, in moments of privacy, between the safe four walls of their apartment, he always manages to surprise her. The silence which hangs in their home is a welcomed surprise and change. Satoru, in their apartment, while still the prankster that he is, seems to be quieter. He was less obnoxious. Almost like an entirely different person.
She didn't really understand why his behaviour was so different at first. Back when they first started dating, she thought he was just being extra in public to annoy her or prove his point. A test of some kind to know if she was the real deal. But when he would come to her apartment late at night, when the town was asleep and when the only sounds that could be heard were the meowing of cats, he would finally lay down his act. She thought he didn't want to exasperate her further. But how entirely wrong she was.
The realisation doused on her like warm water. In the privacy of their home, he felt like he could finally be himself. He doesn't have to put on that annoying act. (Because surely he must be able to tell that people are annoyed with him at times if not always.) He doesn't have to always be overly loud or cheerful. He is simply Satoru. The man who saw too much. The man who experiences death on a daily basis because of a profession which was thrust upon his frail shoulders mere seconds after his birth. It must have been difficult to know your whole future was already planned as soon as you opened your innocent eyes to the world for the first time. She didn't want to imagine how much he must have felt suffocated within the walls of the Gojo Household. When life was supposed to be simple, filled with joyful childish laughter, his life, already chosen for him, was filled with endless training and learning about his family's history.
He didn't choose to be born as Gojo Satoru, owner of the Six Eyes and Limitless Technique. He didn't mean to force nature to accommodate to his very existence. He didn't make the conscious choice to make fellow jujutsu sorcerers feel inadequate in his presence, feeling they could never compete to a prodigy. He didn't choose to lose his dearest friend to the corrupted world that surrounded them like a spider web. He didn't choose this world but he was born in it. Perhaps it was the world which chose him. But then he was able to make a decision. He was able to stand up to the elders and impose his wishes after having them stripped from him from the very moment he opened his eyes. The one person he chose to be his partner in life was her. And that honour was something she could not throw away like paper. He chose her, knowing of all her bad sides just like she chose him knowing his bad sides. The truth is that they accepted each other with their good and bad.
So she puts up with his act in public. She rolls her eyes at his antics. She laughs at his 'stupidity'. She plays along with him as if they were actors in a play. Life was the play, the higher-ups were the offended spectators and they poked fun at their ways in front of their exasperated, and annoyed wrinkled faces. He pulled her along in his mad life while she introduces him every day to a simple civilian's life. One where you could enjoy the simplest pleasures that life could offer you without having to sacrifice a piece of yourself every time.
And in their home, she cradles him as if he was made of glass. She holds him with all the care in the world, afraid to lose him. Because in his world, with a mere flick of a finger, he could be gone forever. And that was something she could never imagine, much less live with. Because a world without her Satoru meant that life itself would turn all grey. Life would lose its beautiful colours. The play would be meaningless. Because if the main actor were to disappear, what would the play be?
