Satoru Gojo X Reader

Please don't leave me

It was bad.

Really bad.

He was injured, and dying.

I mean... he'd won, right? Sukuna was gone, Kenjaku was gone. It didn't matter that it cost him everything.

And yet, some part of him wasn't quite ready to go.

When he saw you, your face full of tears, he realized he wasn't just losing his life.

He was losing you too.

"Don't cry for me, yeah? That's a waste."

Those words just make you cry harder, your body shaking at his side.

"Hey, hey... It's- It's alright, y'know?"

With the little strength he had left, he propped himself up to a sitting position. Weak hands reached out to caress your cheek.

I wanted to spend my life with you.

You move closer, wrapping your arms around him tightly, burying your face into his shoulder.

He embraced you, pulling you into the safest hold he could muster. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he nuzzled his head against you.

I tried so hard to give us a happy life together...

"Please don't leave me..." You choked out, your grip growing tighter.

"I don't want to, baby... but I'm so, so tired..."

Your grip held him close, yet even through the fog of your tears, you could hear his ragged breathing, the wheezing of a dying man.

"I-I know," your cries grew into sobs, "I love you..."

"I know, baby. I love you, too..."

His arms loosened their grip, and you were almost certain you felt him start to slip away, like a gentle breeze. However, you felt him take one last shaky breath and hold it, refusing to give in, yet another testament to his will.

I'm so, so sorry.

"I-It's okay," You mumble, letting him know it's okay to let go. To stop fighting.

"Are you sure, babe?"

It was obvious he was hanging on for you. He'd always been the kind of guy who put others before himself, and despite how much the entire country depended on him... you knew even in his last moments, all he wanted was to make you happy.

"Please don't be sad..."

You pressed yourself into him more, "I'll miss you so much..."

"I'll miss you too, baby..."

You could see the life ebb out of his eyes, yet they were still fixed on you. That look-so tender and sad. And you knew you'd always remember him that way, those eyes that loved you like nothing else.

You lean up and press a kiss to his cheek before holding onto him tightly once more, not wanting to accept what's happening.

"I love you... s-so much..."

His eyes flickered, and you felt his hand reach for yours. It was like holding an empty husk, a cold shell of its former self. It lacked the tenderness it once had, and felt like holding nothing but bones.

"P-please don't cry, baby... you're so beautiful when you smile, you know that?"

I want to see that smile, one last time...

You choke out yet another sob, "I-I love you."

"I love you too..."

His words were so soft, but you could tell that he meant every single one. The breath he took was shallowed, and it became harder and harder for him to speak to you.

"Please, love... promise you'll take care of yourself... promise..."

"I'll try..."

"That's all I ask for..."

You were certain he was only hanging on to make you happy, to keep you from worrying. It was that exact kind of caring nature that made you love him, and made him the perfect man for you.

Finally, with one last breath, he slowly closed his eyes, the fog of life finally slipping away. His hand fell limp, and his grip loosened.

I'm sorry, my love.

You move so his body was leaning up against you and continued holding onto him, "I hope you're happy, wherever you are. I hope you're in a better place... I-I h-hope..." You started sobbing even more, the weight of the situation finally sinking in.

The denial fading, leaving you with reality.

The cold, lonely, broken, reality.

You couldn't bring yourself to say those final words, that those last moments together were the end of everything.

His breathing was gone, his heartbeat had stopped. And yet, as you held him, you could not bear to let go. He was no longer living, and yet his body and warmth was still present here with you.

You stayed like that, letting your tears fall and body tremble, as if by some miracle, you could bring him back if you tried hard enough.

"I can't live without you... Please, baby... Please wake up. I can't do this. Please." You were begging, begging some God, some being to bring him back.

But deep down inside, you knew it was a futile wish. Nothing could ever bring him back to you. That life, that happiness you'd shared together over the years-all of it was gone.

And as you closed your eyes once more, all you felt was a void. The emptiness and despair were overwhelming. It was a hollow, crushing loneliness, as all you could do was cry and pray that this was all some cruel nightmare that you would wake up from.

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THE END?

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I have a love-hate relationship with angst lol