thinking gojo who falls for a non sorcerer in the most violent of ways and tries so so hard to keep you out of the sorcerer world. safe and tucked away in your daily life, free of conquest and conquering. ignorant of what it means to be him
to you, he is satoru. he bothers you with jokes that are corny at best and smothers you with affection. always away on some business trip and teenagers trialing behind him.
he is the honored one. and even that isn’t enough to save you.
they find you on a rainy day, not while he’s away, not when he’s fighting or on a mission. it’s a day of rest, the sun has just start to set, he just texted you. you’ve sent him pictures of the sunset and he liked it, sent you one back. asked you if you want to drab dinner tomorrow and you said of course.
and then you’re gone
taken by hit men who were hired to get back at him. deal it where it really hurts because you have no way of fighting them. not a drop of cursed energy. you are solely human and it’s this fate that brings your end
he finds out a few hours later, they send your head to him gift wrapped. and it’s in this that satoru truly looses his mind
he alone will avenge you












