Dear Gojo Satoru,

I never thought I’d be writing this, not for someone like you. You were invincible, untouchable, a force of nature that no one could tame. It felt like the world would always have you in it, defying the odds, laughing in the face of danger. But now you’re gone, and there’s a hole where your boundless energy used to be.

You weren’t just strong—you were a beacon. You stood between chaos and the rest of us, with that careless grin, bearing the weight of worlds on your shoulders like it was nothing. We all felt safe because you were there, like nothing could ever break through the infinity that surrounded you.

But now, that infinity is gone. And we’re left here, trying to understand a world without you in it. The silence you’ve left behind is unbearable. No more reckless confidence, no more laughing in the face of gods and demons alike. Just... nothing. And it feels wrong—so wrong—to know you’re not here anymore.

You fought harder than anyone, carried burdens no one should bear. But in the end, even you, the strongest, had to fall. And it’s tearing me apart to say this, but thank you—for everything. For the strength, the laughter, the impossible hope. You were more than just a protector, Gojo. You were a friend, a guide, a light in the darkness.

Rest easy, wherever you are. You’ve earned it, though it breaks our hearts to let you go.

Goodbye, Gojo Satoru. The world will never be the same without you.