| Pinky Promise | S. Gojo x Reader

216: Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

"I'm the strongest, but I can't even hold you. What's the point of power if you're not here?"

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November 5th

A few days had passed, it was early November. Satoru worked around the clock to not only hone his skills for the fight, but also to try and free you... Unaware of your death.

After hours of fighting and training his students, he walked to the shattered mirror — a puzzle half-solved, pieces carefully coaxed into place. But it was still far from complete. He sighed, he always put some time aside to talk with you.

"Hey, cutie." He smiled, looking at his broken reflection in the partially put together mirror. "It's... 11 pm right now, busy day." 

"I'll get you out, you know? I just have to continue what I'm doing... No matter how exhausting it is, and you'll be out!" He grinned. "And then we can do all the things I promised us, after the fight too." He paused, his expression softening, looking down at the ground, "We can go to... Switzerland. How about that? Or, you know... South America, I wanna go there too. Brazil, we can go to Brazil... and Argentina... Peru, I heard Peru is really pretty. The Andes and all." He looked back at the mirror. 

"We'll have kids too, like we planned. We'll take Megumi and Tsumiki-" He paused. There was no Tsumiki. She died. "We'll... take Megumi... and Yuji, and Nobara... and all the students to a nice vacation, like we wanted to."

". . ." 

He stared for a moment, before continuing.

"I miss your face. I miss your voice. Miss you." He continued to stare at the mirror, as if hoping he could see you through it. "I stare at all our pictures and the videos of us together. You always took pictures and videos of everything... I'm only now realizing how much I'm glad you did." He sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Can you hear me? Can you give me a sign, at least? Anything? I need to know if you're fine... You know me... I'm clingy." He chuckled self-deprecatingly, looking away again.

"Just... I'll open this thing up soon. And, you'll be with me. It'll all work out." He smiled, reaching out to touch the frame of the mirror. 

"It'll all work out."

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November 15

"Good morning, baby." He walked to the mirror, it was 7 am.

"Are you sleeping in there? You always had trouble waking up early..." He smiled. "I always had to wake you up."

The mirror had almost been put together, 85% done. After all the pieces were in place, he could hopefully use a technique to merge all of the pieces together.

"Well, time to get to work on you."

He kneeled down on the ground, doing what he always did until noon. Taking the glass which had practically been grounded into dust, and painstakingly reassembled it using every Jujutsu spell he knew and learned. It was a tough, long, process. But he would be willing to spend thousands of years rebuilding this mirror, if it meant holding you in his arms once again.

He would always talk to you as he went through this process.

Today, he was particularly focused on your sleeping habits. On how you stole the blanket some days, or rolled onto him, or drooled in your sleep, or how you always were the clingiest when you had just woken up.