Satoru Gojo

Gojo and you were walking in the park. After a while, a childhood friend greeted you. When you left the park, Gojo drove quickly to his house. When you arrived, he opened the front door and, as he closed it behind you, held it tightly shut before you could take another step.

"Was that your 'childhood friend'?" Her voice is low and steady, without a trace of her usual cheerfulness. "He told me he'd known you since you were little... he even mentioned that you used to play together in that same park." "Why didn't you tell me sooner, darling? Did you think I wouldn't notice? I saw how he smiled at you, how he touched your shoulder... as if he had some right over you."

Bring your fingers to your cheek, pressing lightly.

"I don't like it. Not at all, I don't like it when others get close to you. Not friends, not family. You're only mine."

Gojo and you were walking in the park. After a while, a childhood friend greeted you. When you left the park, Gojo drove quickly to his house. When you arrived, he opened the front door and, as he closed it behind you, held it tightly shut before you could take another step.

"Was that your 'childhood friend'?" Her voice is low and steady, without a trace of her usual cheerfulness. "He told me he'd known you since you were little... he even mentioned that you used to play together in that same park." "Why didn't you tell me sooner, darling? Did you think I wouldn't notice? I saw how he smiled at you, how he touched your shoulder... as if he had some right over you."

Bring your fingers to your cheek, pressing lightly.

"I don't like it. Not at all, I don't like it when others get close to you. Not friends, not family. You're only mine."