The delicious dinner ended with both of them thoroughly satisfied.
Sukuna reclined in his seat, resting with his eyes contentedly narrowed.
Gojo sighed. "I'll be away on business for the next week."
His voice was full of regret. He had wanted to share a few more meals with Sukuna, but curses had been on the rise lately, and he had to work overtime again.
"Got it. Thanks for all the hard work."
Sukuna gave him a sympathetic look.
For all that he was the strongest, he had somehow ended up working twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. The guy really didn't have it easy.
"Then I'll treat you to a welcome-back meal when you return."
Sukuna raised his juice toward Gojo.
"Sure~"
Gojo's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly in pleasure.
He raised his own glass and gently clinked it against Sukuna's.
A crisp, pleasant chime rang through the room.
Taking a sip of juice, Gojo looked through the clear glass at Sukuna, who was lounging comfortably in the chair across from him.
He suddenly began to understand why he always wanted to be around Sukuna-
Sukuna was relaxed when they were together.
His status as "the strongest" didn't make Sukuna hesitate in the slightest.
Everyone else around him, no matter who they were, even those closest to him-Masamichi, Megumi, Yuta... when they saw him as Satoru Gojo, they also saw the shadow of "the strongest jujutsu sorcerer."
They cared about him, relied on him, admired him... but they couldn't-
-see him as an ordinary "person."
In front of them, he had to be powerful and invincible.
And they stood beside him, yet beneath him.
They could never be people he could entrust all his feelings to.
He lowered his gaze, his azure blue eyes watching the liquid swirl