𝙿𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚢 | 𝚜. 𝙶𝚘𝚞𝚓𝚘 x 𝚏𝚎𝚖. 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 7. Pʀɪᴅᴇ

Nɪɢʜᴛ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴏғ ɢᴏᴊᴏ. Could they even be considered dreams at this point? Every single time he ends up killing you and you can't escape it. "Stop it! I can't take it!"

Mai couldn't Ignore it any longer. She didn't want to see her sister suffer because of her stubbornness. "Have you heard the phrase pride is going to be the death of you?"

You tilted your head, "yeah?"

"I think it was written for you and you only."

"You're annoying," you huffed.

"You really don't feel anything?"

Does she even listen when you talk? "Have i not already explained this multiple times? My feelings do not matter. My feelings do not pay the bills."

"Your going to drive yourself to an early grave, you know that?" Even with your answer, she already knew she got what she needed. "You have a funny way of saying you're in love with him."

"I'm not in love with my riv-"

"Hasnt he told you this already? He doesn't want to be your rival. He loves you but you're too focused on everything but him." You didn't want to hear her speech but had no choice. "I think you're afraid of him. You can go on dates with satou but not gojo you can't do shit because you're so afraid of fucking up."

She sounded ridiculous. Who the hell fears satoru? "I'm not afraid."

"Then what? What is it? I'm your sister, I know you. What is holding you back?"

"Nothing!"

Satoru wasn't doing to well without you. At first, he thought he could replace you with yua but it didn't work. Every time he held her, he thought of you. He thought about placing kisses on your neck, hearing you say his name, tasting you one more time. God he loved how you tasted.

He missed hearing your voice and seeing your smile. It hurt knowing that every time the two of you went to work you did everything in your power to avoid him.

"I thought we were doing better," his face fell into his hands. "I'm such an idiot. It's my fault for agreeing knowing how much I love her."

All he could hope is satou loves you the way he does. Unfortunately, satou loves you. He loves you so much that it's insane. He loves how passionate you are about your job, he loves when you're nervous you crack your knuckles; he loves the way you look at the moon; he loves how happy you get when you eat strawberries; he loves how warm you are.

Is it possible to love a woman this much? Is it possible to love someone to you forget how to speak?

Both satou and gojo knew how much of an effect you had on them, but you didn't even notice. You didn't notice that you were slowly killing these two men.

Doing their best to not reach out to you and hide you from the world. They knew you'd never agree-well, not without a fight. You were strong, you could lead twelve armies on your arm. You could win wars without trying because you were that amazing but, that's not Why they loved you. Anyone could be strong but you knew you weren't perfect. You knew you had shit to work on and that's what you did. You worked until your eyes became heavy and your mouth became dry.

"Yua?" He mumbled into his phone, confused why she was interrupting his pity party. "Sure. Yeah. Come over." He said it without thinking. He didn't want to have sex with her when all he could think about was you. It was unfair to her.

He waited silently. Practicing how he'd break the news that their little entanglement is over.

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It's clear that these dreams had no intention of leaving you alone.

You sat in a dark and empty room. A light shined on your face, but there was no one behind it. "So tell me..." the voice began. "Who do we have left?"

"No one," you held back your tears

"Louder!"

"No one!" You were truly alone. You've turned into a woman that you've never wanted to become. Alone and bitter, with no one left by your side.

It forced you to watch Images of your life. "This isn't working y/n," it was satou. "You don't have time for anyone but yourself." You weren't selfish for wanted to make a living, was she?

"I'm trying of trying to help you when you don't listen." You tried to reach out to Mai, but she vanished before you could touch her.

This last one hurt. "I'm tired of the silly little games." It was gojo, but he didn't disappear. You watched as he grew old with yua, forgetting all about his little coworker.

"So tell me," a mirrored version of you stepped out of the shadows. This version of you leaned down so the two of you could be eye level, "who do you have left?"

"Nobody." Those words echoed for what seemed to be centuries. 𝙽𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢, 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢, nobody, 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢, 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢, 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢! The more you resisted, the louder they got.

When you finally woke up from this nightmare, you realized you couldn't live any longer. You would not lose satoru, your job will always be there but he will not-well maybe the job would go too but jobs are replaceable— and you don't want a repeat of your second year.