His Hands

tea, milk & honey

Suguru

I was on my way back to the dorms to change into my work clothes. My hangover sucked the life out of me, I already had four teas today and multiple doses of ibuprofen.

Checking my phone again, I see it's void of any messages, which was a bit strange. Gojo usually offered to drive me to work, but it's fine he didn't. I shouldn't get used to such luxuries anyways, it's not like he didn't have a life of his own. And I certainly didn't want to ask him for a ride to work either.

But a small part of me was slightly put off that I wouldn't see him until later tonight. 

Deciding not to let it bother me, I change into my all black ensemble for work and head back outside to the bus station.

The elevator ride down was quiet, just a girl from a floor above in the small space with me.

I wrack my brain, wondering when exactly I held hands with Gojo last night.

Before the bar? During the bar?

Suddenly, hazey flashes of a taxi ride come forward in my brain.

My hands were playing with the fingers on one of his large hands. The warmth he held made me hold on to him.

The elevator doors open and I'm slammed by images of me reaching up and cupping Gojo's face, pushing my lips against his....

OH HOLY FUCK.

NO.

No. No. No. No. No.

Hurrying out of the elevator, that girl who was inside with me shoots me a look as I push past her but I don't even care.

I yank my phone from my pocket and immediately call Shoko.

The line rings and rings.

"Come on Ieiri, I need you right now," I whine to myself as I make my way out of the dorm building and towards the bus stop.

"You've reached Ieiri Shoko! Please leave a message, or don't- I really couldn't care less," Her snarky voice calls out through the receiver, indicating she wasn't actually there.

I rub my face in irritation as the line beeps for me to leave a voicemail,

"My god, if you don't call me back before work I'm going to have a literal nervous breakdown and it's going to be your fault. I kissed Gojo last night when we were both super drunk, and I don't know if he knows or not. But I just remembered. I'm freaking out, Ieiri."

Hanging up, I get on the bus once it pulls up. My leg was bouncing in anxiety the entire way.

Does he know? Is that why he was so awkward this morning?

I tie my hair up into a bun like I usually do for work.

What if he lied to me because he didn't want it to happen in the first place, and was just hoping I wouldn't remember?

Oh my god, I can't handle this.

I decided to text Shoko as well, asking her to come by my work to pick me up after my shift. I definitely didn't want Gojo to come get me after remembering last night, I need to figure out what to say to him first.

I sent a follow up string of texts to Shoko telling her to listen to my voicemail and to please try and call me back before I go into work in a bit.

Nothing.

Great, the woman won't leave me alone when I am okay but the second I'm having a gay panic she's a ghost.

Maybe I could text Haru?