If she were to give him another chance, he would not let her go again.
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Gojo Satoru had many regrets. He let many people down in his life. But he never let anyone down as he let her down. She was his first girlfriend. It was before the whole Star Plasma Vessel fiasco. He remembers how excited he was as he showed Suguru a selfie he took with her. He found a girlfriend before him. He had to boast about it. He was feeling very proud of himself. The young Satoru knew that he was gorgeous. Girls and boys turned to look at him every time they saw him. He heard the whispers and speculations on the streets about who he was. They thought he was a model. Perhaps in another life but in this one, he was stuck being a jujutsu sorcerer. A path already laid out quite nicely as soon as he first opened his eyes. Anywhere he goes, they are all mesmerised with him. Everyone, but her. She was nothing special. She was quite plain if he was honest with himself. She did not come from a prominent sorcerer clan. She was normal and boring. But it irked him that she seemed so unimpressed by his looks the first time they met. She was working as a waitress in a maid cafe. She needed to save up money if she wanted to pursue her higher studies, she told him one night as they laid on their bed. Satoru didn't understand. He didn't care since he knew that he would never be able to go to university. He had no particular future planned out ahead of time. He didn't have that luxury. Not when he could die at any time despite the probabilities being close to nil.
When he looks back to their first meeting, Satoru notices what his younger conceited self didn't notice. She had dark eye bags under her eyes. She was exhausted but tried her best to be polite even when he was being rude to her. She was always soft. 'Extremely kind,' Satoru muses as he cooks his dinner alone in what used to be their apartment. She also had that kind of warm glow that never failed to make him feel better. She was radiant. A beautiful soul for a beautiful person. He wonders what life would be like if he didn't mess up. He remembers the day he ruined everything like yesterday.
He was stressed. After the death of Riko, nothing was the same anymore. He didn't tell her that he died that day. He didn't tell her that he was far too cocky and overconfident. She wouldn't understand. Or so the young him thought. Satoru realised that she could have helped him. She would have understood. She was not like the elders in his clan. She was always understanding, always gave him the benefit of the doubt. But his younger self was scared. He tasted death and it was bitter. He had nightmares for nights after the whole tragedy. Some nights, his mind would conjure up the sight of (y/n) lying there instead of him. Instead of coming back, he had to attend her funeral. Sometimes, his mind would trick him so good with these illusions that he would wake up tasting salty droplets of water that just refused to stop. She would wake up because of the commotion and cradle him, whispering sweet reassurances for his ears alone. She didn't know what happened on his three days trip, but she could tell it deeply wounded him. On some nights, he would thrash and refuse to be held since it reminded him of the embrace of death. And then, Satoru would feel guilty. Guilt would eat at him during the day. He woke (y/n) up. He noticed how much more sluggish she became during the mornings. He felt awful. No amount of sweet words could make him feel less guilty that he was taking up her time of recuperating.
And so, Satoru chose to drown himself in training. It helped keep his mind busy. He made so much progress that he was feeling better about himself. With his newfound abilities, he could protect (y/n). But then he drifted away from his best friend. He created a rift that Suguru could not surmount. It was after he left that everything went downhill for their relationship. Satoru was always anxious, nervous. Suguru knew about (y/n). He has seen many pictures of her. The what-ifs haunted him and made him determined to find his best friend to put a stop to his madness.
The many secrets that he kept to himself drove him away from the one he was trying to protect desperately. He would screech at her anytime she would try to question his whereabouts when he would disappear on days and nights without checking up on her. He became an asshole to her. He was obsessed with finding Suguru. He never tried to explain what was going on in his life. Conversations were the key to every relationship. But he was foolish. And one day, his dumb self woke up too late. The apartment was empty. Every little thing that belonged to her was gone. He realised all too late that he lost the two most important people in his life.
Satoru winces when the smell of burnt meat reaches him. He was so engrossed in his memories that he forgot that he was cooking. He lets out a heavy sigh, deciding that he was going to eat out for the night. It will be lonely, but it will have to do. His students were sent on a low-grade mission. He had no one to hang out with for the night.
Satoru finds himself walking down the path that they once used to take for their late-night dates. He would often lead her to that old family restaurant down the block. They sold the best-fried chicken that he ever tasted. He was craving some tonight anyway. Might as well indulge in some. The family dinner was relatively quiet and empty. There was only one client and they were sitting at the corner where they used to sit. 'Too bad for me. I wanted to sit there for old times sake.'
''Ah, Satoru! Welcome!.'' The old owner who knew him since he was younger, leaned towards him as if trying to tell him a secret. ''It must have been fate or something. Because look at who is sitting at your spot.'' Satoru looks up, and freezes. He did not deserve the same old kind and understanding smile that she was gracing him with. Her eyes shone under the dim lights. ''Yo, how are you Satoru?'' A happy gleam appeared in his eyes. The same old soul that he lost. It must be fate trying to reunite them again. And this time, he was ready if she were to give him another chance. He learned from his past mistakes and he promised he would never let her go again.
