'Let me guess,' there was a soft pause, as the soft light glistened against his bottom lip, stretched into a mocking smile, 'The higher ups got you to do their dirty work.'

There was a prolonged relationship between the special ranked Satoru Gojo and myself, one filled with blood shed, tears and a devastating end to a tragic love story... yet it simply wasn't meant to be. He wasn't the one I was here for; just where our stars crossed for a vague instant then pushed away by limitless space and time.

'Yuji Itadori.' I mumbled softly,

Ten years, still he acted like a child. His hair had grown out, his jaw more defined, a man had grown from a child's brain. Yet he hadn't changed, just hid behind the black fabric tapered to his face hiding the sulking eyes behind.

'Well he's busy right now, so why don't we get to our dirty work.' the lift in his voice made you think of things long gone burnt to a crisp,

'Gojo, i'm not here to play games. This must be taken seriously, Ryomen Sukuna-' 'Your grandfather,' his voice tinged with pride, as if he had beaten me to the point; found the needle in the haystack, 'Can you just shut up and let me speak.'

I paused and crossed my arms, 'Ryomen Sukuna is a serious curse to be dealt with, I need to look at the capabilities of the vessel. If he is beginning to show signs of well-' I lingered upon words, the obvious death by my own hand would come if Sukuna was beginning to emerge from the boy and Gojo knew that too, 'Well, that's why I was sent. So drop any relationship you thought you had with me and show me where the vessel is or you know damn well what will happen.'

He grinned. It hadn't changed either, he grinned when I told him things were off even though the bandages across his face were wet and seeped with tears and impossible dreams of getting back together. I know he cried a lot with it, screamed even, isolation was a killer of man, even one for a man as strong as him.

'Five o'clock.'

I titled my head softly, confused about a time rather than a place.

'What do you mean,' I grumbled,

'He'll be back at five and you can see him there.'

Brows furrowed, in anger I took a step towards the smirking man, 'That is not the deal!'

He had stepped forward, lips near to my ear as he stood pressed against my shoulder. Hands fumbling in his pockets and the grin wiped faster than the speed of light off his lips.

'I'm not letting you take away the life from two men today.'

'What do you mean you freak?' I muttered pushing him to stumble back till his back harshly jarred against the wall, arms crossed as I stared dully at him.

'You don't get it do you?' he paused a grin on his lips, 'Can't read between the lines.'

'Satoru,' I whispered,

'If I had to wait my entire life to experience your love again, I would. Every fucking minute I spent away from you, ten years and yet you still beat me, you stole everything away from me and you don't even understand that you still have my heart.'

His head tilted up towards the roof, lips parted and the soft wet black fabric draped over his eyes. His thumb flickered under quickly, and the door was pushed over by Masamichi Yaga. His stoic face laid like it was ten years ago, before he disappeared in which I followed. I was stopped by Satoru, his head dangled towards the ground.

'I will kill every higher up just so we can just be together once more.'

Tears were brimming yet never seeped, 'I know you would Satoru, but you have to move on. We're not Romeo and Juliet, we're not kids any more and we have to live in the real world.' I paused and stared up at him, teary eyes a single tear and nothing else, life had gotten away from me much more than I liked.

He always wanted children yet he hadn't escaped his daydream; a life with myself.

'Please Gojo I don't want to be doing this.'

I left him standing, isolated. Just him, his thoughts and the single tear that slipped passed the fabric and rolled along his jawline. His head pointed to the roof as if his answers would magically appear and even when the two of us closed our eyes, it was always lies of something that couldn't ever happen. Not ever and not again.

Romeo and Juliet were never star-crossed lovers, just rather flies caught in the same hand-spun web.