"You'll be the death of me," Satoru whispered, his smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. Her thumbs brushed over the lines, hands cradling his face. "No." She shook her head, frowning as if the idea itself hurt. She came closer, her mouth brushing his with every word. "I'll be the life of you." His arms tightened around her. He'd be damned if he let go now. He'd be damned if he ever let go, anyway. A man who was never meant to live for himself, and a woman who was never meant to live. But their meeting was never the question. What came after was. And fortunately, neither of them was very good at being means to an end. This is a multi-POV story, and Gojo's POV is one of the main ones, by the way. This one's for those who want to watch him realize that Infinity can't save him this time. And no need to worry. I am not Gege, so no one shall be sacrificed for the greater good. I mean... almost no one.