fuck buddies don't act like this (Gojo x Reader)

Chapter 55

The blurring pastures fades away into the distance as if the times of today and tomorrow have merged onto the canvas like colliding constellations, the ethereal touches gleams past the paint brush, reflecting on your own changing times. Reclining back into your chair with a long exhale relieving your lungs of the capacity to hold a grudge against it. The burden weighing on your shoulders pass over by the click of your fingers with just remembering how you were back in school. A young naïve and ignorant girl that was far too ripe for this world that it destroyed her fantasies about becoming world class famous within the art world. Now you can't even recognise the person you are becoming, an uncharted version of yourself that even your fancy can't conjure up and keep a hold of. This new matured version of yourself will be quicker on your feet, less docile and ignorant to deception as you once were. Before the red flags began waving at you only this time now, you'll see them as they are, ugly and a terrible shade of red that not even you would pick as a rose.

Vile and disgusting the redeeming parts stacking up against the monstrosities living in such a dog-eat-dog world that the people you surround yourself with make this reality that much better to be in. Looking away from the gilded window by the rocketing G-force smacking into the armoured tin can that many call the Shinkansen train. Your gaze encapsulated by the embossed leaflet delivered to you a couple of days prior for an art commission. Whilst tiresome and somewhat unrealistic of a school to ask of you to travel two hours from Yokohoma, all the way down to Osaka, you can't help but feel accomplished.

The gallery was a success in many aspects of your shadowy past especially when all hope was lost and only fear and anxiety grew in its absence. The memory of that night is faded and foggy as if it was someone else impersonating you, the excitement and contentment was not yours to harness. But it came a night to remember for others, your peers became star struck by your erotic display, bold and fierce against prejudice, your teachers ecstatic to learn of your accomplishments as an artist flourishing within the real world. The crowd loved your pieces enough that they wanted more, such raw emotions whilst volatile and deviant in behaviour of when they will occur does string out the best in your style.

That you can say the least is the truest about yourself both past, present and future self can account for.

Whilst matters of your heart became a matter of fiction to him, a story he could flick through, like certain parts and throw you away once he's consumed all he wanted from you. Others saw you for what you are, and you can never be more grateful for the opportunity to gift them that fortune; the leaflet before you is the very essence of their compassion in furthering your career as you were also scouted. You, an undergraduate with no more qualifications than a middle schooler in formulating a business plan and sticking to said plan has got you your first proper inquisition as the start up towards your adult life. Sprouting from your misadventures over the past years has led you to this very moment.

Flicking over the matte black leaflet that sets a blaze over the prestigious school as if the shrine coating behind the background nor the pretentious slogan, 'We don't need memories.' The school already setting such a high-class standard for such an ordinary if not average academy that their students must adhere to, of course it's a direct way to encompass forward thinking but come on seriously. Such disregard for the past hasn't done anything helpful; your very history is what governs your thinking now. What has changed it for the better is that the naïve girl that you once were has now grown into something no one will want to mess with. Your mistakes and your regrets are nothing but learning curves that you wouldn't change for the better or for the worse.

But guessing that not all people have gone through such short-term trauma over the span of a matter of months that kept spiralling and punching you in the gut. Making your mind become wired thin. This little adventure will be good on the soul, and you know as much now by the thundering shudder tunnelling under the mountain darkening and popping your ears. The vision of the past welcoming you into traditional Japan. For a place that was once renowned as the capital only now stands to be overshadowed by the racing technology for modern infrastructure and to be ahead of the times has brought a reckoning for the people of Japan to heed by.