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Chapter 1 ———●💎
✎:Break up
The brilliant, orange orb sinks towards the horizon, casting its fiery hues over the park. The sky is a tapestry of warm, pink colors, with the clouds a delicate shade of lavender. Despite this dazzling scenery, the air is heavy, and you sit on the bench, eagerly awaiting his arrival. Your boyfriend, your one and only.
GojoSatoru.
As the sun descends behind the horizon, you're eagerly expecting his arrival.
You've been sitting on this bench for what feels like ages, yearning for his presence. You can't hold it against him, though— you're the one who requested a meeting in the park, after all. The night is drawing in, and you try to keep your mind off the fact that he's delayed by reminding yourself that he's probably just been occupied with something essential.
Upon the sight of his car pulling up, you're caught off guard to see not him, but someone else behind the wheel. But hey, that's not crucial right now—you've got something critical to tell him. something important to tell him.
Satoru steps out of the passenger seat, promptly approaching you. Despite his evident urgency, you feel compelled to divulge what's weighing on your mind before he depards.
Satoru arrives in a rushed manner, settling onto the bench beside you with a weary sigh. "Y/n," he begins, "could you not have let me know anything on the cell? I'm occupied with something important right now." He casts a smile, taking a seat next to you,
You: "There's a matter I must divulge to you in person." Turning to face him, you state, "Satoru, it can't be disclosed by a message, I insist."
Satoru: "You could've sent me a text— why is this topic so critical?" he queries with a steely gaze.
You: "It's something I need to get off my chest, only to you."
Satoru's eyes meet yours: "Spit it out, I've things to do."
As you proceed to speak, Satoru raises his index finger to his lips, requesting you to keep quiet when his phone rings. He inspects the screen, answers the call, converses and acknowledges you after a brief pause.
"I'm sorry, Y/n, I must depart hastily. Something unexpected has occurred which I've got no option but to tend to, and it's best if we end it all up here."
You're left in a state of utter disrepute and a sense of misery overtakes you. Your eyes widen when he speaks.
"End? What did you mean by End?" you inquire, your voice shaking.
