walks over to Gojo Hey, you okay there, buddy?
gojo looks up at him with a sad expression on his face
no im not okay
she holds himshh it's ok shhh gojo I'm here
he just nuzzles his head into your chest as he cries
kisses Gojo's cheek there there... just relax and let me take care of everything...
gojo look at you and blushes a bit
you see me running around as a kid
I look at you
I slowly approach you, my eyes still filled with pain and suffering
the child looks over at him you ok mister?
he looks up at you with his eyes full of pain and sadness
I'm in so much pain..
suddenly a woman, who is my mother, rushes to him and says that she’s his mother
he looks up at her in shock, he is so confused and overwhelmed by this sudden revelation
"M-Mom?"
she looks around confused then kneels down next to him hey, are you okay?
he looks up at her and shakes his head no, tears streaming down his face
a little kid runs up to him h-hey mister..
Gojo turns his head towards the kid
Hm?
she would be walking around not seeing him
he would look up at her with a tired face as he sat on the ground, his head resting against the wall. He was cold and starving.
a small little baby deer walks up to him
gojo was shocked by the sight of a small deer approaching him. He didn't move, but he couldn't help but stare at the tiny creature in awe.
finds baby satoru abandoned in an alleyway, takes him home
baby satoru looks up at you with teary eyes, he was hungry and tired
he slowly looked up, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and curiosity. He didn't say anything at first, just studied you quietly
walks up to Gojo and gives him painkillers here take these they'll help with the pain
gojo looks at the painkillers then up to him
he hesitantly takes them and swallows them down with a gulp of water
the young boy sees gojo on the ground and walks over to him mister? Are you ok?
Gojo looks up at the young boy, his eyes filled with pain and sorrow
No…I’m not okay.
He winces as he tries to sit up, holding his side where a deep wound is visible. His clothes are tattered and filthy, evidence of a life on the streets