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

Chapter 57

Clumps, thick and viscous the thought of eating anything now passes by like a waft of fish from the monger down the market however there is no market in sight only the nauseous feeling paralysing you from entering the '3Wings club'. Flashing violently the pink LED lights of the very establishment you had entered months prior, however the difference between then and now is you are undoubtedly alone. Morgan stands beside you grappling at your arm, making sure if you were to heave your guts up it would be in a standing position and not you wobbling over your fish legs. The unknown reasoning behind the bizarre, strange turn of events has left your mind spiralling at odd ends.

"What's wrong?" The concern rattles in her voice and whilst the begrudging urge to vomit is seeming rather pleasing in your current state you couldn't simply allow it.

Vomiting in public is not something you wish to make become a habit and seeing how rather disgusting it is to be sober and having the urge to release your guts up isn't exactly disconcerting either. It's not like you're pregnant because whilst you haven't been interested in anyone else for some time now your last period rang by last week. All bloody expected if anybody were to ask especially seeing how early Easter was also spent celebrating your birthday something you couldn't have done in March, with the graduation and all. The thinking being however is even stepping a single step further into the threshold makes another queasy churn of your stomach contents feel that much heavier. The forever taste of bile burns at your oesophagus.

Shaking your head undoubtedly hearing the uncharacteristic tutting spewing from Morgan's lips, it's not like she herself ate anything funny in the last twelve hours. Neither did you. But the pressing matter being tonight is unexpectedly your last night as partying students as tomorrow requires you (Morgan) to enter high society and use that brain of hers for some adulting usage. You watch as she stands with her arms crossed furiously thinking of her next steps whilst also keeping in mind that tonight will most likely be the last time, you'll see each other. In Japan it isn't common to take time off work when you have just begun and since she has gotten herself an apprenticeship with an experienced photographer within the field, she can't waste pattering about with you.

Harsh but true.

The realities of this world sure are cruel but you couldn't possibly expect it to be otherwise. You however have a commission within the next week to travel back to Osaka and work with a rather unlikely company on the prospects of some new limited edition volleyball merchandise. It began with an 'M' but you can't fully remember the whole name, the team in question surprisingly enough being somehow related to that cheeky but rather charming to look at onigiri chef.

What are the odds, maybe you do live in a small world.

"Ah, what to do now?" Morgan thinks aloud; grasping at your lip's fingers splayed trying desperately to forbid anything to part them.

Standing to the side almost plastered to the wall whilst also hearing the utter disgrace of the noughties club music blast through the three-inch-thick black wooden doors. Hardly soundproof and yet brief nostalgia soothes the growing ache soaring through your mind, your brain feeling bashed as if the gel encasing it is thundering with a splash. Even thinking of it urges more bile to rise as your knobbly knees chitter against one another, Easter chills have yet to be relinquished.

Just then the thought of him came about not because you were in fact feeling nostalgic nor lost grieving for him still but all because a simple human being ran across your field of view. He looks nothing like him for one thing he has black hair not white, he's wearing hoodie and jeans, never in your experience had Gojo worn something that comfortable. Lastly, he halted to a foot away from his date immediately conjuring from thin air a bouquet of roses. A date, an anniversary? You wouldn't know without being a little bit nosier and watching on but as you do thoughts of him take precedence.