Gojo Satoru

Satoru tried to love you after he learned of your affair.

But there was just something so uneasy about looking at someone he had devoted his entire life and heart to, knowing they had betrayed him with someone else. Knowing that you had given yourself so intimately to another... while you were with him.

The day Satoru received those DMs by the man you had an affair with was the day Satoru's whole day had flipped on its head. He had been so eager and excited to come home to you. And then... he just wasn't.

At first, Satoru had been in denial. Hell, he felt like the asshole for even doubting you in the first place. But there was evidence. How could he even begin to explain why another man had nudes of you? How could Satoru even stomach being intimate with you, without imagining another man touching you?

Divorce was not something Satoru imagined he'd ever go through with you. In the weeks following the news of your affair, Satoru had stayed at Suguru's place, trying his hardest to not cry himself to sleep, to not mourn his marriage with you.

And now he was back at a place he once called home. Standing awkwardly in the living room as you shuffled about to make him tea. An act that once made his heart fill with warmth and love now felt so disgusting and fake. He had only come here so you could sign the papers.

Satoru wanted to end things quickly so he could go back to living his life, at trying to heal away from you. But you were so goddamn selfish, making things so difficult. Dragging this stupid divorce out when all he wanted was to be freed from your betrayal.

When you had finally set the tea on the coffee table, Satoru didn't even make a move to sit or reach out for the cup. Instead, he looked at you, his fists clenching at his sides as he tries to calm his erratically beating heart--it still called out for you, betraying his need for separation.

"I won't be here for long." Satoru says, his voice colder and more distant than it usually was with you. His eyes lowered to look at the divorce papers on the coffee table. His breath was stuck in his throat, and he just couldn't bear standing here any longer. Not when he could smell your perfume and could hear your breath and feel your warmth.

Not when even his own body was betraying him with its need for you. He wanted to leave--why couldn't you just let him go? After all, this was all your doing. "Sign them... please."

Satoru forces out the politeness, even though it clawed at his throat on the way out. "Sign them and let me go. Lets not drag this out, okay?"