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MINING TRUTHFUL ORES.

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟳,, 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀.

𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯.

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𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗛𝗨𝗥𝗧.

The following morning, you woke up regretting all your life decisions up until that point, which was saying a lot. 

Waking up with a hangover was something you had never experienced, and now that you had experienced one, you wished that you'd never downed any of the wine Gojo offered last night. 

Rolling over and mumbling incoherent words, your arms eventually hit something firm and warm. 

Or was it someone?

Your brows scrunched at the warmth of the firm surface, and your fingers fumbled to flip it over to find the cool spot. After a moment, the surface rumbled, and a voice spoke dryly. 

"I'm not a pillow you can flip over to find the cool spot, you know." with that, your eyes snapped open, before snapping shut once more at the bright light. 

Something told you that the person whom the voice belonged to was Gojo, and your brain struggled to remember what had occurred last night aside from downing cup after cup of wine.

"Gojo?" you mumbled, and Gojo had to remind himself that you weren't able to see the incline of his head. 

"Yes?" he replied, and watched in amusement once more as your brows scrunched up. 

When he had first met you, you seemed so cold, like an icicle that dangled at the edge of a roof in the middle of winter. Unreachable, yet tempting and capable melting any moment. 

Now, you seemed almost like you were yielding and finally melting and dripping, instead of clinging onto the very edge of the roof. 

Despite that, despite the fact that Gojo thought he had finally sorted you, a seemingly endless puzzle out, your next question surprised him. 

"What day is it?"

For most people, it seemed like a simple question from someone who had forgotten the date, but for you, it was a countdown. 

Although, you had to admit, you did forget the date as well.

"It's the fifth," answered Gojo. Hhe didn't find anything strange about the random question you asked until you spoke once more. 

"5 more days, hm?" you murmured deliriously, and Gojo almost felt his heart stop. Perhaps he was overthinking it, like he did often.

But, 5 more days until what? 

"You wanna go sober up?" questioned Gojo. His eyes darted towards the counter and the kettle as well as the clean water from the facet. 

He knew you had a headache, and part of him was offering to help you get rid of it. Another part of him was offering because if you were sober, you were more likely to elaborate upon what you said. 

You hummed, and cracked open your eyelids, peering up at the anxious male.

That was when you noticed that he didn't have his blindfold on, nor a sleeping mask, and his irises were the most brilliant color of blue. Even though the two of you were indoors, they shone and reflected any rays of light. They sparkled an innocent bright color, yet still reflected the utter power that hid behind. 

They were beautiful. 

Shaking your head as a response to his question, you burrowed deeper into the blankets and missed seeing Gojo's sigh of exasperation. That was your final thought before you fell asleep once more, snoring away.

Gojo slid out out of bed, picking up a glass and filling it to the brim with water, then leaving it on the stand beside the bed. 

Well, shit, he was gonna have to wait for his answer.

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