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Gojo Satoru was tired, tired living in this huge apartment, tired of following all those orders from those higher ups, tired to feel this empty, tired of life itself. His only light left him 12 years ago to follow his ideals and he let him roam free, who dare to execute him he was aware of his whereabouts and visit him once a year when he was asleep and caress his long hair so soft. Geto never wake up though , he left by the windows in the dept of the night. He was not, not anymore, this horny teenager who will be hard only by a hand of this person on his shoulder or when he had him all to himself in their dorms. He is now a grown man, rich, gorgeous, powerful he can have all the boys and girls if he wants too but it's impossible.
After killing him in this dark alley he cried all night with Suguru in his arm, he teleported them in his apartment near campus he bought for them after graduation, it was their gift, he wanted them to live together, sleep on the same bed, wake up together, eat together, watching their favorite shows, play Digimon, laugh and if possible make love. He knows he is an hopeless romantic, he had prepared a magnificent rendez-vous to ask Suguru out, the perfect date but he had left him beforehand. He has waited for days, weeks, months, years for a message, a letter at least even though they're on the opposite side of the war, Suguru should have known he would never kill him, he was too precious, his dearest why ? If there's a being watching him he wanted him to answer some questions, why can't he be happy for once, why every single person dear to him died such meaningless death, why is he still alive, why take Suguru with them. They could've ask for his head, for his eyes he would've given them gladly if the result was to see Suguru alive and kicking, calling him like he was the most precious gem on hearth, like a wife calling his husband. He prayed every night for a second chance to make things right, he wants to live for himself, he had given this world too much. This same night he goes to sleep with one memory in mind, the smile on his Suguru face riding their bike, happy and young.