Satoru...
Did you ever feel the same after Suguru left?
All the moments we shared, the happiness that stemmed from our relationship...
Did you feel... true to yourself?
Or did you sometimes keep your emotions aside?
You tend to bottle them up, I know.
I know you better than anyone, even better than Suguru and Shoko.
I know you haven't been the same.
Our days in high school were probably the only days you felt truly happy at your position.
As the strongest.
...
There's a gap between us, sadly.
I will never be able to understand the position of being at the very top, the pressures on you are not the ones on me.
And... you will never be able to understand my position.
Second Strongest.
To have my own fair share of struggles, but then to be reminded... That they are nothing in comparison to yours.
The wife of The Strongest.
To reach out to you, again and again, only for you to brush it off as nothing. To pretend you are alright.
Please let me in, Satoru... Let me understand, let me comfort you, let me help.
I don't see you for your title.
For your power.
I see you for you!
I see you as a man, as an equal. As my husband. As an intelligent, charming, hilarious, handsome man; a man I am lucky to have.
Don't shut me out, Satoru...
Please don't.
Let me understand.
I love you, Satoru.
Please see that.
I don't love "The Strongest."
I love Satoru.
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| Pinky Promise | S. Gojo x Reader
Romance"Pinky promise, Satoru?" A young Y/N held her pinky out, looking at the cold boy's icy eyes with her warm ones. He interlocked his little finger with hers and spoke in the warmest tone he could use. A small smile formed on his face. "Pinky prom...
