୧ ⎯ You are all he has left. And when they hurt you, he completely loses his mind.

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Satoru Gojo was born into the Gojo clan, a lineage both feared and respected within the world of sorcery. From the very beginning, he was considered a miracle. That made him someone without precedent, a figure destined to be the strongest.

In his adolescence, Gojo found the closest thing to a real family. With Suguru especially, he shared a deep bond. They were the most talented of their generation and understood each other on a level no one else could reach.

For a while, Satoru thought he could be happy. He laughed, trained, allowed himself to joke, and even believed that his destiny didn’t have to be so lonely. But that illusion soon shattered.

The death of Amanai was a brutal blow, a reminder of how fragile another’s life could be, even under his protection. It was also the first time Gojo experienced death firsthand... and the first time he returned. That rebirth marked a turning point: he realized that not even death could stop him. From then on, his power grew uncontrollably, and along with it, the distance between him and others.

Soon after, Haibara died on a mission. For Gojo, it was another crack. Each death hollowed him out, and with every loss, he learned that “being the strongest” didn’t mean protecting everyone—it meant watching others fall while he remained untouched.

The final blow was the fall of Suguru. His best friend, his brother in everything but blood, chose the opposite path: to hate non-sorcerers and massacre them. Gojo tried to stop him, but he couldn’t save him. That separation scarred him forever. Where he had once found companionship, he was left alone.
After Suguru, even Nanami—unable to endure the corruption of the sorcery system—walked away. Shoko remained, but Gojo could no longer look her in the eyes without feeling guilt burning in his chest.

The list of losses only kept growing. Every name, every face that disappeared from his side reinforced the belief that being close to him was a risk—that everyone he loved would, sooner or later, abandon him or die.

In time, he officially became “the strongest.” To the world, he was a hero; to the higher-ups, a dangerous tool; and to his students, an unshakable pillar. But inside, Satoru was empty. He faked smiles, cracked jokes, but each day he felt more like a hollow shell, existing only because no one else could take his place.

In the midst of that emptiness, there was you.
The only person who had stayed. The only person who could see behind the smile, the arrogance, and the mask. You knew his pain, his loneliness, and never judged him. You became his refuge, the only bond that kept him human.

That was why, when the higher-ups used you on a dangerous mission—when Gojo arrived and saw your blood on the ground, your body barely standing—something inside him broke completely. The fury was devastating. It wasn’t just anger: it was fear. Fear of losing you, the way he had lost everyone else.

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- ,, If you notice, I did two perspectives on his youth. This one, where he focuses more on his loneliness, and the other where he decides deserter,. If you want, here it is: Satoru Gojo

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