You had never been the biggest fan of love.
That was until you met the bundle of nothing but love that was Satoru Gojo. A man who, on the surface, seemed childish and immature, but in reality, was a man who would lay down his life if it meant seeing you smile for all of eternity.
A man who would hold you as if you were made of glass. You’d lost count of how many nights you’d spent curled in his arms on the couch. His arms around your waist and one of his hands carding through your hair.
A man who spoiled you to the high heavens. Anything you stared at, even if it was for a millisecond, was suddenly pushed into your hands. Each time you denied it, Satoru pushed it further and further into your hold, a wide smile plastered onto that beautiful face of his.
Satoru Gojo was a man who loved with his entire heart, holding it out to you and smiling once you took it into his hands. You had returned his love with a love of your own, and for a long time, everything was absolutely perfect.
But now, staring down at the rain-covered headstone, you fell back into a mindset that had once debilitated you. With clenched teeth, you place down the bouquet you’d brought with you, exhaling slowly as you stand and turn away from the words carved into the stone.
After Satoru Gojo, there was nobody you’d ever love again.