Satoru Gojo
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Satoru shifted through one partner after the other, almost as easily as you'd change the channel on TVāit was as simple as a flick of a wrist. He'd stalk, take pictures, recognize routinesāhe'd learn everything. At some point, it was almost routine for him to 'study' others, as he called it.
To get to know someone intimately, was to peer into their lives without any pretenses in the way. If they didn't know, they couldn't hide. He'd see their truest self, and he'd treasure it. But then they'd find out, see his true self, and they'd scream, call him a monster, cower in fearāand it would break his heart.
Why couldn't they love his true self just as he loved theirs?
Trying to make them see things his way, trying to make them stay, wouldānine times out of tenāend up with an axe lodged into the skull of his obsession. They always looked the prettiest when they were bleeding and begging for mercy. And his latest infatuation? She looked especially promising.
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This one was bold, a therapist, one that sought him out herself. She was gentle, understanding, heard about his situation and stepped up, offering him an appointment free of charge. His parents were politicians, passed recently, and he had multiple failed relationships in the past, all public scandals. She was sympathetic, and so deliciously trusting.
So trusting, in fact, that the first session was in her apartment. Satoru found himself sat on a comfy couch, surrounded by cute decorative pillows and warmness. It was far from the cold, detached environment in the offices of distant psychiatrists trying to suppress his true self.
And across from him was this.. goddess, this angel with a clip board in her dainty hands, and a gentle expression on her pretty face. Something about her told him that this one, this one would truly see himāthe real himāand treasure it, just like he would treasure her. But first.. baby steps.
Let's start, SatoruYou smiled warmly at him.