𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑫𝒓𝒖𝒈 | 𝑺.𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐

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Gojo stepped into a puddle, causing a bit of a splash. His shoulder bumped into someone else's, nearly making them fall, but he didn't care.

It had began to rain a few minutes ago, but that didn't stop Gojo from doing what he was destined to do. So on a sick stomach, and frustrated mindset, he went out and began looking for any kind of information.

Going person to person and asking them where he could find "Herloin" l. Which is supposed to be Heroine. Sabrina gave him the wrong translation, whether it was by mistake or not, she's the cause of such a long search for something already hard to find.

Every time he did ask people if they knew where he could find it from, they would either say, "No" or just straight out ignore and avoid him.

Gojo sighed, still walking along the dark and busy streets as people scurried for shelter, away from the rain.

Gojo dipped under a shed by a noodle stand. He nearly hit his head going under but was lucky enough to come to before it happened.

Gojo, through tired eyes, watched as people passed him. The chuckles from lovers, kids and family members made him sick to the stomach. Or maybe it was just jealousy.

Gojo scoffed, his lips curling upwards before it dropped back into a thin line. The smell of cooked food hit his nose, making his stomach rumble.

Gojo closed his eyes and placed his head against the wall behind him as he tried to recall the last time he ate something that wasn't the off brand ramen at home or something he had snagged here and there from a couple of stores under the radar.

He missed the feeling of actually paying for his food and enjoying it with others.

The thought of Itadori and the others around the table arguing or making fun of each other warmed his heart and clouded his mind.

"Fuck." He mutters.

Gojo stepped back into the rain and took his time going about. At this point everyone were off the streets and in their cars either going home or going out for any kind of special occasion.

Gojo however, became rains best friend, not caring how soaked he got. Gojo spotted a girl texting on her phone, giggling at something she read. Her umbrella is see through, her clothes, cute for a girl her age. He could just tell she's older than that.

Gojo walked up to her, getting to hear her better. To him she sounded familiar however he couldn't quite place it.

When Gojo reached her he took the umbrella from her grasp and placed it over both of their heads.

The female glanced up at him, confused and startled. Gojo only smiled like he was surprising an old friend of his presence.

"Goodnight miss, and sorry to invade your personal space at such a time but, can you help me with something?"

The lady blinked. Her hazel eyes stared into his light blue ones confused and panicked.

"I-um..."

"Don't be afraid I won't hurt you or anything, I just want to know if you know where I could find Herloin."

"Satoru...is this you?" She said.