you're the one - s+c+a+r+r
how long had it been?
two weeks. you and gojo had last talked two weeks ago, the time where you were sure that you felt something for him. you had been bored out of your mind recently, with gojo gone and you not hearing a word from him. you were sure that he wasn't around at all, as you would've seen him at least once. for two weeks your head had been so empty without him, but also been so flooded with the idea of what he could be doing.
'what is he doing? what could he possibly be doing that warrants absolute silence from him?'
in order to settle down the negative feelings you had that maybe gojo was already changing his mind, you would go to the sendai high school and lay down on the rooftop. every single night. and every night you'd see his stupid face in the stars, and every night you'd try to knock his face out of your head.
today was like any other day from the past two weeks. you heard nothing from the white-haired male, and you already taken your walk through the city, hoping to grab even a glimpse of him.
you swung back and forth in your hammock, not really finding that there was much for you to do when your last source of serotonin had disappeared.
"what's wrong?"
you jumped at mahito's voice pulling you from your thoughts. he stood next to you with his hands on his hips, looking very irritated and through with your lack of communication with him.
mahito had known better than anyone that there was something wrong with you. you didn't give your own opinions during conversations, you didn't tell him to quiet down, and you didn't make fun of his childish mentality. instead, all you did was silently shrug and stare off to the side when he spoke to you. he was worried, because recently you'd randomly leave for a few hours and then come back even more upset than you were when you left.
"sorry, i didn't see you there," you said. you looked away from him and kept rocking in your hammock.
he scoffed and placed a hand on the large blanket that you laid in, stopping its swinging motion. "yeah, that's the point."
"what are you talking about?" you asked cluelessly.
the look in his eyes showed true irritation and worry. "what has been going on with you lately? you've been acting so... sad. so depressed. i'm really worried about you, y/n. i don't think you mean to ignore me like you have been, but i also don't want to believe that you're hiding something from me. i've really been trying to let you have your freedom after what happened at that school. i want to give you your own time and space, but i can't leave you alone knowing that you're hurting."
you shrugged. "i'm probably just tired, mahi. you keep me up at night," you dismissed. you watched him become more and more frustrated with your refusal to tell him what was flying through your head. "fine, fine." you conceded. "you deserve the truth."
'only part of it.'
"two weeks ago, i met someone. inside that shop that i really like. they're human, but they're not scared of me. i had gotten very close to them, but i haven't seen them since then. i didn't tell them all what i was, so maybe that's part of why i feel this strange connection to them. but now, after not hearing from them for so long, i'm starting to worry that they're changing their mind about what they said. am i a fool for wanting to give this person a chance?"
