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"You remember that meeting years ago, correct?"
Gojo glared at Geto, uneasy. A vain bulged out of the soft skin of his pale neck, his heart thumping in unpredictable patterns. He could take him out, right here, right now...so why wasn't he?
A shrewd, sinner look rested upon Geto's curled lips. Gojo ultimately knew Geto was going to guilt trip him—deep down he knew it. Gojo took in a deep unsettling breath, shutting his eyes.
'I don't have time for this. Kugasaki needs her meds...'
"Geto. Lets end this now. You and I both know this won't end well."
"—The girl the counsel tried to get you to kill years ago...do you remember her last name?" Gojo's eye lids unfastened, harsh blue eyes unveiling in the process.
"What are you talking about?"
"Why is Gojo taking so long?" She glanced over her shoulder to look at the simple modern clock hanging on the beige wall. Her hand was placed on a sleeping Nobara's forehead. Nobara's fever worsened causing her to be short of breath.
Megumi sighed, resting his face into his palm while (Y/n) made a cute pouty face that made Megumi smile.
"Its been forty minutes. We have to make sure Kugasaki's okay before our mission. Oh god." She placed her hand on forehead, her eyebrows knitting together. "I should have done this myself. It's all my fault..." Megumi stared at her.
"It's not really. It's Gojo's—"
"—Is Kugasaki...okay?" They heard a voice peep behind them. (Y/n) turned to it; the voice was thankfully Itadori's.
(Y/n) nodded her head reassuringly and reached out to Itadori. Itadori bent down, wrapping his arms around (Y/n)'s sitting body. He hugged her warm body, faintly smelling Gojo on her skin.
"...I know it's scary. This fever is pretty bad, but she'll be fine." (Y/n) pat his back, motherly. "I'm going to go find Gojo."
"That was so long ago." He waved his hand in the air in a dismissive manner that irritated Geto. "You really think I'd care to remember something so insignificant?" Gojo uttered, taking off his glasses, his eyes rolling to the back of his head with the same irritation. "Now get out of my way. You wouldn't want me to tell Shoko you're stooping this low, right?"
Geto tilted his head up, his jaw clenching as he ran his rough hand over it. He shut his mouth, beckoning to spite Gojo.
"Why do you think it was so hard for (Y/n) to even be recommended as a 2nd grade? You think its by coincidence?" His head tilted to the side, his eyes brimming with an anticipation that could only be carried by one for years. "It was definitely on purpose."
