(guess who's back 🦭)
g. s. ; ENIGMA - ( 20 )
WARNINGS ; none.
sextape - DEFTONES
( 4:02 )
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the day had felt longer than it had been, but that wasn't a foreign feeling.
gojo had reluctantly left for work despite all of the excuses that he fed to nanami over the phone. he spent the entire day thinking about y/n, so much so that people started to wonder if he was getting sick.
y/n stayed home looking for something to do with herself while she tried to ignore the burning sensation of finally feeling lonely. she'd learned a few new recipes, not that she'd ever use them. she did laundry and finished a book in between it all while she waited, but nothing could pull her mind away from gojo.
when he returned home just before the sun set, it took both of them as much as they could from clinging to them for the rest of the day, realizing that the separation was nearly unbearable. still, as y/n neared gojo in the doorway with a permanent smile on her face, she immediately felt better once gojo pulled her against him and kissed her uncontrollably, complaining about how much he'd missed her in between the affectionate gestures.
"i was bored out of my mind," he muttered. "i almost didn't make it through the day."
"it couldn't have been that bad," she chuckled. they both knew he was being dramatic, but that didn't mean that it wasn't funny.
"sometimes i think about my putting in my two weeks and choosing a different career," he sighed. "one where i can spend more time with you."
"more than you already do?" she asked. "and i don't think you can quit that easily."
"i know, but sometimes i like to dream about it," he shrugged.
"if you say so." she slowly separated from him, walking down the hallway to transfer over the final load of laundry. she hummed to herself happily as the heat and calming scent of the blanket wafted over her.
gojo left to the bedroom to change out of his work clothes and switch into something more comfortable. he tossed his clothes around and moved to lay down in bed but he noticed the absence of the sheets and blankets. he knew that they'd been in the wash and were almost ready, but it still annoyed him.
he shortly left the room and entered the living room, letting his body flop down onto the sofa. his legs barely fit on it as his legs and arms hung over every part of the sofa, but as he shoved his face into the small white throw pillow, he realized that he couldn't have been more comfortable.
after she finished covering the bed in clean sheets, y/n left in search of gojo, not ready to see him nearly asleep on the sofa already. she'd gone to rest in bed and leave him to sleep but before she could make herself comfortable, she found herself glancing through the blinds and the strange figure outside.
the neighboring apartment building was a story shorter than theirs, and y/n and gojo lived on the top floor. it made for nice views, but at the moment, what y/n thought she saw was anything but pretty. she rolled back out of bed and moved closer to the window. using her fingers to get a clearer look through, the figure became so much more familiar.
