Gojo Satoru was going to kill someone.

He was going to kill someone and it didn 't matter who. It didn 't matter how. It didn 't even matter if he had to haul his broken body - scarred and barely-healed - out of this stiff infirmary bed, because the great Gojo Satoru awoke and the world shook.

Because

you

weren 't here.

'

Ah

. The oh-so deadest one, I see you 're awake. ' Satoru flinches at the sharp, exhausted drawl from his left.

Slowly, he blinks away the haze in his aching eyes, desperately trying to adjust to the cold room. Shoko 's voice was too loud. The lights too bright

.

His waiting arms too

empty - where were you?

With a low hiss, Satoru 's body is moving before his mind, sitting up like a man possessed. Goosebumps prickle his skin as the thin blanket falls off his shoulders. Temples throbbing because the world was spinning and spinning and

you-