I didn't understand how I ended up in this situation. He was the heir of the Six Eyes; nothing escaped his gaze. He could see everything, which made him almost omnipresent. It was ironic, if someone had asked him. He often thought that the idea that opposites attract was nonsense, but there you were. With your almost non-existent vision, I knew that your ability to see was minimal due to your power. You practically saw through touch and hearing; you weren't blind, not entirely.
Recapping… He was always behind you, making life easier for you. He did things you couldn't see, like picking up your pens, bringing down your favorite books, or removing obstacles from your path to prevent you from getting hurt. I didn't know how I ended up doing what I was doing today. It all started the day he met you at school. He remembers, perfectly well, that scene: you searching like a maniac for your pen, with your hair all messy and your cheeks pink from the effort and embarrassment you were starting to feel. He remembers almost mocking you when he saw you, and even more when he lifted your pen that was next to you and offered it back to you.
"Are you looking for this?" He waved the pen towards your face. His heart stopped when you approached, so much; your face was practically just centimeters away from his, you were angelic.
"Who are you?" You asked without moving away.
"A-a mm Well," Satoru cleared his throat, moving away a little. "Gojo. I'm Gojo Satoru."
"Ah, a Gojo," you said, downplaying it. He almost laughed at that. "My pen, where is it?"
"A-así, here it is, take it," Satoru extended his hand with the pen, offering it to you.
You even struggled to figure out which direction he was extending the pen to you. Since that day, he felt curious about you.
You were new, with mid-level abilities and a similar age to his. Hardworking and, according to him, a bit nerd. Little by little, he found himself looking at you more than usual. The day everything changed was when he saw you walking down the hallway as you always did. He swears he only blinked when he heard a cry of pain coming from you; soon he saw you lying face down on the floor, you had tripped. It wasn't necessary for him to help you, as many were already doing so. Shoko saw the curiosity on Satoru's face.
"It's Y/n, her ability restricts her vision drastically, and worsens when she's exhausted."
"You didn't have to tell me, it's not like I care," said Satoru, although it wasn't true. The truth was that he wanted to know anything about you. He didn't know when he had started feeling that need to know every detail about you.
In the following days, he began to follow you more closely, to remove small obstacles from your path, and he realized that he didn't want you to know what he was doing. Of course, luck was not on his side.
It was raining, it was summer, he remembers. It was raining cats and dogs as if something horrible were happening up there. He was tired and just wanted to get home, but soon his gaze shifted to you. You were looking for something, he could guess it was your umbrella. As he stealthily approached you, he could hear you cursing. You had slightly pink cheeks and his heart raced. For the first time, he wanted to touch those sweet cheeks. He made a risky decision: to leave you his umbrella without you realizing it and he would disappear. Eventually, you would find the umbrella and use it. Everything was going perfectly until you slipped due to the rain and he caught you in the air. He couldn't help but notice how tightly you clung to him. They were so close again and his heart was in his throat.
"I'll take you home," were his only words.
From that moment on, he didn't leave your side. Comments or looks didn't matter to him anymore. He wanted your safety as well as your comfort. Besides, now he could openly enjoy being close to you. At first, you were annoyed that he was with you most of the time, like a puppy. But you quickly got used to his presence. You could even relax around him and make you laugh until your cheeks hurt. You no longer had to strain your gaze; he had become your eyes. He had become a very good friend quickly.
He knew that, in your eyes, he was nothing more than a good friend to you. Several times, absentmindedly, you made it clear that you only saw him as a friend, even telling him about your fleeting crushes. He never let you see how in love he was with you.
"I have a mission," said Satoru as he played on the console.
"It seems we have missions on the same day because I also have one for Thursday." There were two days left for your mission and Satoru's.
"Who will be your partner?" Satoru asked with a more cautious tone at the new information.
"Mei Mei." Relief washed over Satoru. He knew Mei Mei was strong and could help you in case of any mishap.
Your mission was shorter than Satoru's, so you should already be at Jujutsu Tech, but he didn't see you anywhere when he arrived. He couldn't hear you.
"Y/n?" was the only thing he asked. A feeling settled in his stomach.
Most of the time, Satoru was funny and joking, but everyone knew when it was better not to interfere with his path and give him what he wanted without hesitation.
In less than a second, he was talking to Shoko. She told him it wasn't serious, just a couple of scratches, and that you needed some rest. He didn't have to ask why you were injured; he knew it had to do with your eyes. When he entered the room and saw you with a bandage on them, his suspicions were confirmed.
"Toru?" you whispered, turning your head blindly.
"It's me," he walked over to your bed where you were resting and sat down there, then took one of your hands, as the other was injured.
"Does it hurt?" he toyed with your fingers, a small smile spreading across your face.
"Nope," you lightly squeezed his hand.
He wouldn't waste any more time, if he did, he could lose you, and that, that he wouldn't forgive himself. He knew what he had to do.
"Walk," Satoru pulled you along, not knowing where they were going. You had been walking for over fifteen minutes and still hadn't arrived anywhere.
"Have we arrived yet?" You knew that question exasperated him.
He squeezed your hand to signal that he was listening, his heart beating warmly as he saw the two of you looking like a couple holding hands and laughing, although a part of him was sad because he knew it was the last time he could hold your hand and you wouldn't find it odd, just as friends.
It was an optical shop. "An optical shop?" you asked skeptically.
You heard him laugh, "Yes, an optical shop. Or did you want to go on a date with me?" You rolled your eyes at his suggestion, and your heart continued to race as it had been doing for the past few weeks.
There, a professional examined you. It wasn't a common optical shop; instead, it worked for sorcerers and with cursed energy. It was almost impossible to get a consultation with these kinds of specialists. That's where Satoru got his glasses, and now he was bringing you to find a solution.
The examination was quick, then the specialist asked you to leave to talk to Satoru, which was strange, no doubt. Shortly after, Satoru came out and immediately went to take your hand.
"What did he say?" you asked eagerly.
"You need glasses, just like me," he raised his eyebrows suggestively.
He looked particularly attractive that day, white hair perfectly groomed, and his suit was impeccable. You weren't sure if you were up to having someone with such visual appeal by your side, but he made you feel like you had nothing to be insecure about.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the specialist calling your name. You quickly got up with Satoru.
It was clear. Everything, such clarity, had to be illegal. You couldn't remember the last time you could see so clearly. Satoru didn't want to tell you how much they cost; he just said, "take them as a tribute and sorry for eating your dessert from the refrigerator."
Clearly, you noticed how he had let go of your hand since the specialist put on your glasses. You couldn't help but wonder if anything would change now that you could see well. As for Satoru, he was having an internal struggle about what to do now that you no longer needed him.
Once they were out of the office, he started walking, lost in his thoughts, only stopping when he heard you shout his name. He turned, and you looked slightly annoyed. Damn, you looked beautiful with glasses.
"What-?" You ran towards him and took his hand.
You knew it; you stopped seeing him as just a friend a long time ago. Your heart confirmed it, just like the absence you felt when his hand wasn't holding yours.
"It's not a date if we don't hold hands."
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