THE STRONGEST gojo satoru

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"the strongest, gojo satoru."

gojo's eyes were wobbly and tired after all the works and mission he finished yesterday. a non ending works and missions, indeed.

"the six eyes user, the limitless user, the strongest."

he wanted to close the tv as it keeps bothering his nap. he tried to find the remote with his eyes closed but it was no use of it. the sounds of the news bothered him a lot.

his eyelids were so heavy like a rock pulling his lids down. his throat were dry as the dessert land. his mind were lost in the sea. his hair were messy as if he had been gone in a war.

he had fall asleep in a weird position in the couch. he had fallen asleep in the couch since he was unable to put himself to bed after exhausting missions.

he only had woken up when the sounds of tv and radio woke him up.

he was about to fall asleep again when a knock on his door interrupted his sleep. he didn't have the time to fix himself when he answered the door.

"hello." he tiredly greeted.

"gojo."

he recognized the voice easily. "yes, principal yaga?"

"get up, you have dozens of works filling your office."

and before he could reply back, yaga's presence was no longer in his sight. he could only let a long sigh before slamming the door.

he didn't wasted no time lazing around as he pivot his heels to his closet.

his eyes had a lot of eye-bags, pure black. he had been not getting a lot of sleep lately and last night was the only time he had gotten sleep after weeks of not having.

he grabbed his usual attire and fixed his hair shortly before brushing his teeth.

he took a long second staring at himself in the mirror before heading out to the bathroom.

there's something inside, deep down in him that doesn't want to stare himself the way he used to. it reminds him of someone, someone that he try to forgot.

finally, he head off to his office to finish some works.

the day gone by with gojo walking to his dorm with a exhaust state. he completed his missions, works, paperworks in just a day. tomorrow would be the same as life is just a cycle.

his tired ocean eyes fell on the doorknob and took him a while before opening it. he let himself inside his room.

the days were getting more and more difficult to him. being the strongest was cool however the responsibilities, and the works are making it for him difficult. if he could only...

"no." he blurted out while standing in the center of his room with no location and goal in his mind. he doesn't know what to do inside his room. sleep? eat? watch tvs?

he thought being the strongest is fun and amazing, he thought.

but in the reality it's lonely.

he never once thought that being the strongest would resort for him to be lonely. to be lonely and alone in the top. with no one guiding him and helping him because he is the strongest.

the strongest doesn't need help.

the strongest would give help.

sometimes he would think of giving up yet he couldn't. he liked this job, he asked for it, he made this job just for him and him.

he couldn't back down.

he flopped on his couch, his legs manspreading while his head is arched to the couch. his arms were resting on the armrest couch. his blindfold is still on and his eyes were closed.

a long silence made it's way to him, completely shutting any thoughts inside his head.

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sometimes, he would rather to stay in his bittersweet yet non-ending teenager past. where could all the fun moments go?

not only the fun moments but the people are involved, too.

where are they?

he misses them so much to the point he wanted to go back in time and savor the memories and amazing moments they made.

he wished that he's not the strongest.

being the strongest means alone and doesn't need help.

"the strongest!" the civilians cheered for the man when he saved them from harm. gojo could only smile and thank the people who complimented him.

"you're so strong, mr!" a kid walked up to him and gave him one pluck of flower she found somewhere. gojo was taken aback from the kid's gesture. he took it and brushed the kid's head.

"thank... you." he thanked, grinning while brushing the kid's head.

"we thank for you service, young man... you are truly the strongest as they say." an old lady came up to him and bowed.

"ah no, it was nothing, grandma. thank you." gojo put a wide smile like the happiest man in the whole world.

the civilians were struck in lighting of his smile. a smile that no one has ever seen. it was truly wonderful sight.

to the eyes of people, he was the strongest. their hero.

to the eyes of the world of sorcerers, he was the golden child of the gojo clan, and the strongest.

but sometimes, a put up act would always torn and break.

somewhere deep inside him wanted to return to the old him, his past, his memories. it's haunting and hunting him back all over again.

his bittersweet yet non-ending teenager days that he always go back to when everything is falling and disappoints him.

his real smile, his real personality, his real laughs.

the real him.