ᴛᴏᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟ | ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ 五条悟

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"I'm Gojou Satoru."

I gasp in disbelief, realising how serious he was being.

"...Did you escape from an asylum ?" I genuinely ask. It can't be something else. This guy has lost his mind.

Clearly, I vexed him. His face distorts to an expression of utter incomprehension.

"Why would you even say that you weirdo ?" he says.

I sneer. "Oh I'm the weird one ? Did you see me knocking on people's doors telling them I'm an anime character ? Because the psycho doing that is right in front of me spitting nonsense."

He takes a step back as if he was losing balance. This guy's condition was worse than I thought. He truly believes in his lies. Maybe because he looks so much like Gojou, he started to develop a personality disorder. I don't know, but right now I don't have time to pseudo diagnose him, I need to call the police.

"Y/n, really, I'm not fictional."

His eyes though, reflects nothing but honesty. His eyes, they make me doubt. I'll admit the resemblance is shocking, down to the very shades of his - yes, I admit - breathtaking eyes.

I take a risk as I take a step toward him. I take a deep breath when I take another one. He doesn't flinch when I extend my hand to try and touch his hair. I need to know if he wears a wig at least.

I can't reach. He's too tall. Or maybe I'm too short.

"Now who's the weirdo trying to touch someone else's hair ?" he mocks as a sly chuckle escapes his lips.

I part my lips, trying to think of a comeback, but I just -

"Uh. Cat's got your tongue ?" he teases as he lowers his head. I take the opportunity to pull at his hair.

He half screams.

Maybe...I overdid it a little.

"Are you out of your mind?" he growls.

I confound myself in apologies.

"Really, I'm sorry. I just needed to know if you were wearing a wig or not -"

"Ugh girl you're so oblivious!" he says, jaded. "Why on earth would I be wearing a wig ?"

That fact that he is not wearing one is bothering me. Did he bleach his hair to a perfect white ? Because I don't think it's possible to have hair this white naturally. Maybe he has a condition.

Maybe he really is Satoru.

I shake my head vigorously. No, no, not happening.

"Beside being crazy, are you a killer or something like that?"

He sighs. "No."

"Hm."

We stay a moment staring at each other silently, which just makes it worse for me. Those eyes of him are truly the most beautiful eyes I have seen in my entire life.

"Okay." I finally break the silence. "Come in."

He follows behind me after closing the door. When I hear the door shut close, I get the feeling I'm going to regret being this trustful.

I sit on the couch and invite him to do the same with a slight hand motion. He sits at the other side of the couch.

Uh. Acting like I'm the weird one.

"Scout closer." I say as I tap on the couch.

"Not happening." he says, crossing his arms on his chest. Now, I'm vexed.

"Why not ?" I complain. It's not like I was going to harm him. I don't think I even could if I wanted to.

"You're going to go all crazy and pull my hair or some shit like that again." He says. And now, he's pouting.

"Ugh." I voice, rolling my eyes. "Fine."

I scout closer to him.

"I know I'm handsome and you might not help it but you know there's a thing called personal space -" he boasts.

"Shush." I say as I hand him my phone.

His hand is hesitant as it reaches for my phone, but he finally takes it.

"Should I congratulate you for having a phone or ...?" he jokes with a playful grin.

Wow, he even has Gojou's sass. And his smile. Gosh.

"Type Gojou Satoru on the internet."

"I'm not on the internet, I don't even have social media." he shrugs.

"Yeah, right. Just - just type it would you ?"

He hums, and reluctantly starts to type.

His eyes are now wide open as the phone almost slips from his hand.

"What in the fucking- what is that ?! Why are there drawings of me ?"

Now, he's cringing.

"Wait, why are people drawing me doing weird things with Yuji I'm -"

I won't lie, I'm taken aback by his reaction. He's really freaking out. He's clutching as the pillow next to him so hard, his knuckles are as white as his lifeless face.
When I start to talk, he stops me with a motion of his hand. He scrolls the phone, endlessly. I'm getting worried about him. Maybe it was too much of a shock for him to handle, I should have just called the police.
At last, he hands me my phone back with a serious look on his face.

"I understand why you acted like that." he mutters. "I would have too."

He shifts in his seat, now his whole body is facing me.

"However, I can prove to you that I'm the real Satoru."

"How ?"

"Don't be scared." he joins his fingers together.

"Of wha-"

"Domain Expansion : Unlimited Void."

I feel and don't feel. I think, but at the same time, I don't. Is someone touching me ? What is this ? I don't think so but I - How long have I been here ? A hundred years or a hundred seconds ? I can't see, why can't I see ? I'm panicking, somebody help -

"It's okay, you're okay." Gojou's voice is nothing but an echo. His hand on my shoulder, a shadow.
My jaw, so clenched, prevents me from talking. I desperately try to utter something, anything. My mind is hazy and I have trouble staying conscious. Right when I feel my mind slipping away, everything is back to normal. I'm overwhelmed by reality, everything is exacerbated. Gojou catches me as my legs give out.

"I got you." he says, his voice barely reaches me, I'm drifting away.

He lifts me up gently into his arms, carrying me.

"Your room?" he asks.

I manage to point at where he should be heading. I want to surrender to this foreign sensation, urging me to just let myself fade away.
I can't trust my senses anymore. It feels like a second passed, but we're already in my room. I don't really feel my back touching my mattress, I just vaguely know that Gojou laid me down on my bed.

"Don't fight, let yourself go." he whispers.

And, then, the void.