-summary: while gojo satoru is the best and strongest sorcerer in the world, he is nothing without his dear wife
-warnings: none
-wc:510
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The rain hammered down on Tokyo, the relentless storm mirroring the turmoil inside the sorcerers’ hearts. The usually bustling streets were eerily quiet, only the sound of rain and distant thunder filling the air. Inside a modest apartment, you paced back and forth, anxiety gnawing at your heart. Satoru hadn’t returned yet.
He was supposed to be back hours ago. You knew the risks of his job, but the fear never got any easier to manage. Each time he left, you silently prayed it wouldn't be the last.
The door creaked open, and you spun around, hope and dread warring within you. There he stood, drenched and exhausted. His usually bright blue eyes were dim, shadows haunting his features.
"Satoru," you whispered, rushing to him. You reached out, but he flinched, stepping back slightly. Your hand dropped, the distance between you feeling like an insurmountable chasm.
"I'm fine," he muttered, his voice rough. "Just tired."
You knew him better than anyone, and you could see the weight he carried tonight was more than just physical exhaustion. "What happened?" you asked softly, hoping to coax him into opening up.
He sighed, running a hand through his wet hair. "Another mission. Another loss. I couldn’t save them all."
The anguish in his voice broke your heart. "Satoru, you do everything you can. You’re not invincible."
"That’s the problem," he snapped, his frustration spilling over. "I’m supposed to be the strongest, yet people still die. What’s the point of all this power if I can't protect everyone?"
You stepped closer, not letting his outburst push you away. "You can’t carry this burden alone. Let me in, Satoru."
For a moment, he looked like he might push you away again, but then something in him broke. He slumped forward, and you caught him, holding him tightly as his shoulders shook. The strongest sorcerer, crumbling in your arms.
You guided him to the couch, sitting beside him. He buried his face in his hands, and you wrapped your arms around him, offering silent support. The storm outside seemed to rage harder, but within your small haven, a different storm was beginning to calm.
"I feel so helpless sometimes," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I hate feeling like this."
"You’re not helpless," you reassured him, gently brushing his hair back. "You’re human, Satoru. It’s okay to feel this way."
He looked up at you, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I don’t know what I’d do without you."
"You don’t have to find out," you said softly. "I’m here. Always."
For a long moment, he just looked at you, the storm in his eyes slowly dissipating. He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. "I love you," he whispered, the words carrying a weight of gratitude and relief.
"I love you too," you replied, holding him close. "We’ll get through this together."
The rain continued to fall, but inside your little apartment, warmth and love began to mend the cracks. Satoru wasn’t alone, and neither were you. Together, you could weather any storm.
