𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙆𝙀𝙔 - ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ

xxiv.

"y-you're leaving...? why? when?"

"in 5 days or less... i still have plenty of time to pack and stuff but i'd rather finish this cleaning stuff early" gojo leans back on his chair and looks away from you.

"but didn't you just move in this city like 4 months ago?" you grip on your clothes tightly. a part of you feeling down that gojo is actually leaving.

"i know that i just moved here in this city like 5 months ago but i want to go back... i need to go back."

"why..?"

"i remember when we just met, i was new to this city.. it was all great at first until we broke up. this whole thing happened because of me, i know. that's why i'm trying my best to bring back what we have before. if i stay, it'll just hurt me even more." he fiddles his thumbs with talking.

"you know that you don't have to move out just because of us, right?" you're starting to feel a bit restless.

"i don't have any motivation to do the things i like anymore... so i think moving back to my city would- i don't know..."

"i'm sorry."

"it's okay. it was my fault anyway..."

"n-no! it was mine-"

"you don't need to lie to protect my feeling, (y/n)."

"i'm not!"

"we both know that i'm the reason why we're like this."

the air was filled with silence. you and gojo just looked at each other awkwardly, waiting for either of you to talk or open a conversation.

"can i ask you something?"

"go ahead." you nod your head and focused on gojo. he opens his mouth to talk but closes it.

he's hesitating.

"did you- shit. nevermind..."

"come ooon!"

"forget it... it's not that important anyway"

"alright, if you say so."

and again, it was awkwardly silent. gojo sighs and stands up from the chair. he walks over the boxes and starts putting in things.

"if that's all you have to say, i'll drive you home..."

"can i stay here?" you ask gojo.

you want to spend time with him while he's here.

"sure."

"like can i spend the night here?"

gojo's expression changed into a confused look.

"oh... uhm i don't think that's a good idea."

"please?"

"no." gojo sternly said, his tone intimidating you a bit.

"alright..." you stand up from your chair and went beside gojo.

"can i atleast help?" you ask gojo.

"it's too much work for your little body. just watch tv and relax, okay?" he said while fixing his stuff.

"psh... i'm stronger than you think, mister." you put your hands on your waist. he looks at you from your head to your toes, and shakes his head.

"hmm, okay then help me carry things from upstairs." gojo puts his hands in his pocket and went upstairs, leaving you.

"o-oi! wait!"

you catch up behind gojo and you followed him in his bedroom. his bedroom is tidy and simple.

"come here and help me carry this" gojo lifts the box effortlessly.

heh. this is easy. if this daddy long legs slenderman lookin' ass can do it, i can do it.

you place your hands under the box to support it. that's where you felt the actual weight of the box.

gojo releases the box on your hands and you almost dropped the box. it is heavier than you expected.

fuck.

"hmm, what's wrong? i thought you're strong?" a smug look on gojo's face.

"i-i shouldnt have lied. this is fu-fucking heavy"

"i told you. now do me a favor and just relax on the couch or anywhere, okay? i don't want you to get tired." gojo gets the box from your hands. you plop down on his bed, letting the bed eat you up.

"i'll just bring this down, okay?" gojo gives you small smile before leaving you alone in his room.

how come his bed is so comfortable?! i wanna rob this bitch ass bed.

you closed your eyes for a minute or two just to relax.

*click*

you opened your eyes and saw gojo holding his phone above you.

this motherfucker took a photo of me?!

"a little souvenir before i go hehe~" gojo shows you the screen and you see a photo of yourself looking like you're in a coffin.

"no! you delete that i swear to god i'll-" you try to reach for his phone but he held it up high enough for you to not reach it.

"you'll what? are you gonna punch me with your little haaands~? oh no, i'm terrified!" gojo dramatically covers his mouth, annoying the shit out of you.

you managed to get the phone by jumping on the bed and snatching it from his hands.

"what the–" gojo tries to get it from you but you quickly ran into an empty room and locked it.

"don't you dare delete that!" gojo knocks on the door.

you were giggling from the tension while trying to delete all of the stolen photos of you.

"too late!" you shouted, loud enough for gojo to hear. you heard him groan from the other side of the door.

when you swiped up to close the camera, the screen reverted to his lockscreen. your smile faded and you felt your insides crush when you saw the lockscreen photo.

it was the same photo that you saw on the day you waited for him in his car while he buys something. a mirror photo of you and gojo, looking like you two don't give a fuck about the world. good times.

why hasn't he changed his lockscreen after everything that happened..?

you just stared at the lockscreen. you were reminiscing that memory, the day when you and gojo love each other so much.

so much has changed since then.

the moments you and gojo shared with each other, it'll only remain as a memory.

you heard the door being opened by gojo using a key.

"goddamn you're fast. give me my-" gojo stops talking as he saw you just looking at the lockscreen photo of his phone.

"i'm sorry... here." you handed him back his phone and left the room, leaving gojo dumbfounded.

gojo looks at his lockscreen photo. his knees felt weak and his shoulders slumped forward.

"it's hopeless." he murmured to himself.

you went downstairs and sat on his couch while you wait for him to go down. time has passed and gojo still hasn't returned.