hiii guys, this is another story
it’s sad btw but just know it’s about‼️‼️gojo‼️‼️
when gojo texted “i think i’m dying.” y/n rolled her eyes.
y/n: you’re dramatic.
gojo: no seriously.
she expected to find him smiling when she opened his apartment door.
instead…
he was curled up under three blankets, hair messy, glasses abandoned on the nightstand, face burning with fever.
“…satoru?”
he looked over slowly.
“…hi.”
his voice was barely above a whisper.
that was enough to make her stomach drop.
“gojo satoru actually sounds sick,” she muttered, setting her bag down. “the world’s ending.”
he tried to laugh but ended up coughing instead.
from that moment on, she barely left his side.
she brought him water every hour.
made soup he insisted was “almost edible.”
placed cool washcloths on his forehead.
sat beside him while he drifted in and out of sleep.
sometimes he’d wake up just enough to mumble,
“…you’re still here?”
“where else would i be?”
he’d smile weakly before falling asleep again.
days passed.
instead of getting better…
he got worse.
his jokes disappeared.
his endless energy faded into quiet.
the room that usually echoed with his teasing became almost silent.
late one night he reached for her hand.
his fingers were colder than they should’ve been.
“…sorry.”
she frowned.
“for what?”
“making you worry.”
“don’t apologize.”
“…i wanted…” he paused to catch his breath. “…more time.”
her eyes burned.
“don’t say things like that.”
he looked at her with tired blue eyes.
the kind that had always held impossible confidence.
now they only held peace.
“…thank you,” he whispered.
“for staying.”
she squeezed his hand tighter.
“i’m not going anywhere.”
he smiled.
small.
gentle.
the kind of smile that didn’t belong to the strongest sorcerer.
just…
satoru.
morning sunlight slipped through the curtains.
birds chirped outside.
y/n woke up in the chair beside him, still holding his hand.
“…good morning,” she mumbled sleepily.
there was no answer, she thought he was still asleep,
but his hand…
it stayed still, and cold
warm no longer.
the room felt impossibly quiet.
“…satoru?”
nothing.
she sat there frozen, waiting for one more sarcastic comment.
one more complaint about hospital food.
one more ridiculous joke.
anything.
but the silence never broke.
she lowered her forehead against his hand, tears slipping down her face.
“…you promised you’d keep annoying me forever.”
outside, the sun continued to rise.
the world kept moving.
but for one quiet morning,
it felt like it had forgotten how.
rest in piece satoru gojo ☹️☹️
some people shine so brightly that even after the light is gone, you spend a long time waiting for the room to get dark.
also guys should i do texting story’s and headcannons on tiktok?