𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 » gojo satoru.

WHISKED AWAY, FAR AWAY.

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟭,, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆, 𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆.

𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺
𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱.

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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗚, 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗗𝗔𝗬.

You let Gojo drag you around the streets, once more keeping your technique inactivated. At this point, you trusted him enough to not lead you into any traps or danger, so you let him bring you where he pleased. 

Occasionally, there would be the tingle of teleportation, and when you wanted to take a peek, Gojo warned you not to look. 

"Where are we going?" you asked. it was probably the millionth time you'd asked, and it was also probably the millionth time Gojo ignored your questions and hummed in response. 

"You'll see when we get there," he replied at last, and you could practically sense the smile adorning his lips.  "It shouldn't be long now."

He had said that around 5-10 minutes ago, as well.

And so, you merely sighed and let Gojo continue dragging you around. You were sure that passing pedestrians were casting weird looks at the blindfolded man who was dragging a woman with her eyes closed. The blind leading the blind, indeed. At least, that's probably what everybody around you thought. 

Regardless of that, Gojo seemed used to the weird stares he always received when he was outside and continued without falter.

And so your journey continued, until at last, Gojo skidded to a stop.

"Annnd, here we are!" for the first time since you had met you, Gojo seemed excited; in contrast to the smothering sad and angry aura he usually had. "You can look now, if you want."

There was no point in adding that part, as he probably knew how badly you wanted to peek, yet hasn't because he kept telling you not to. 

And so now, you activated your technique and glanced around, ignoring the practically bouncing male beside you. 

"Gojo.." you started, almost at a loss for words. Where was this? It certainly didn't seem like the two of you were still in Japan. Racking your brain for the name of the country that was owner to this marvelous sight. 

"Hm?" gojo tilted his head, then looked straight with you, together. 

"Are we in Paris??" you questioned, and Gojo nodded in response, seemingly proud that you had remembered the name of the sight from your elementary school days. 

"Yeah, we are," he added, and led the two of you to a higher spot on a hill that overlooked a large section of the city. 

Lights shone, bright, yet when you turned to look at Gojo, he had taken off his blindfold. His hair swayed in the breeze, lowered and loose, in a stark contrast to its usual perked up state. His eyes were bright as well, and if anyone asked, you'd say that they were even brighter than the city that sprawled below the two of you. 

"It's really nice and beautiful, isn't it?" sighed Gojo, and he hopped up to sit on the balcony edge that surrounded the place the two of you. 

Your anxiety spiked, for a mere moment, before you realized who he was. It was kind of silly of you. 

The moon outlined his silhouette, and for some idiotic reason, you smiled at him, not the view below. 

For a moment, you forgot that today marked 6 days. 6 days until you had to leave this world and Gojo behind. You weren't afraid of death, no; you were afraid of how much sorrow would utterly consume Gojo if you left. 

But that was a worry for another time, and now, you'd focus on the moment at hand. 

Smiling once more, you gave Gojo his answer, still looking at him. 

"It is."

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