(𝗬/𝗻)'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩:
I yawned as I stretched my hands bringing it above of my head, getting up from the chair which is placed in my office for leaving. It's been 7 months since I moved here, Tokyo from Hokkaido.
I took my apartment keys and organized the documents along with the papers as I called Nitta for picking me up from my office since it's almost near to 11 at night.
She picked my call up after just three rings, "Moshi moshi, Nitta-san?"
"Yes' (L/n)san?" Her voice was cracked like she got fever or something.
I concerned, "Nitta-san? Are you okay? Feeling alright? Should I go over your place? Your voice is telling me you're sick."
I'd never go anyone's place this late at night, but this woman is specifically special. She gave us service whenever we need, without hesitation and smile. definitely. So doing something for her wouldn't be bother for me. That's kinda expressing gratitude to her.
"No!! No (L/n)san, it's already so late and I'm unable to drop you at your place. No need to come. Please reach home safely. I took medicine, so I'll feel better tomorrow."
"You sure?" I said, hearing her coughing continuously.
"Mhmm. Good night."
"Okay. Take care, Good night."
I dropped my head between my shoulders, placing my palms on the table and made my way out of my office as I locked office door.
The possibility of getting a cab at mid 11 is near to zero, so walking was all I could do. I stopped myself seeing a vending machine near to a convenient store. It'll take three to five minutes to reach my place, so I paid for my soda and started to swallow them down through my thirsty throat as I started to walk again. The poor soda can was tossed inside a garbage bin when I reached in front of my apartment.
As I started to turn in front of my apartment gate, I bumped into someone's chest which made my body fall on the ground.
"Ouch!"
"I'm sorry. I didn't know someone will show up at a time like this." That voice seemed very familiar to me, like I used to listen it a long time ago for a long time.
That man didn't talk anymore. I was so scared to face him, thinking what if he might be someone I knew, I.was assuming?
"Kawaii (Y/n)?"
It happened, just what I scared about.
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 '𝐾𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑖 (𝑌/𝑛)'. 𝐼𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚.
I raised my head, "Geto senpai?"
Yeah, it's him. It's Geto senpai.
"Kawaii (Y/n)? How are you?" He extended his hand to help me getting up from the cold ground, but I yanked his hand, getting up by my own.
"I didn't think I'd bump into someone who broke my promises. You know very well, I hate breaking promises." I was angry, I was upset, seeing Mr. Geto Suguru talking so nicely to me.
"Aren't gonna say me 'Geto senpai'? Are you angry with me kawaii (Y/n)?" He smirked, like literally teasing me.
"I don't know you, whom I used to know left us 5 years ago."
"Kawaii (Y/n), look senpai's sorry, okay?"
I could sense his concern in his voice, the concern he showed me 5 years ago. But this time I'm not melting, I'll stay just solid, just for Gojo senpai. "If you feeling sorry then apologize to Gojo senpai! He suffered the most and I'm damn sure he's still suffering."
No answer from him.
"Kawaii (Y/n), I heard you're a fine doctor now. Congratulations. What do you want me to give you as a gift?"
"Nothing, I want nothing, Geto-san." I shrugged, unable to do any other thing.
"Make a wish, senpai will do it for Kawaii (Y/n)."
I looked up at the tall man with black eyes and hair, pathetically said, "You never can provide me what I want. I want us to be togather. Again. But you can't return."
"A lot of thing happened kawaii (Y/n). You probably shouldn't know." He smiled at me and it's gorgeous, painful too.
"Yes, so much thing happened. Do-don't worry, I won't bother myself to tell you. You are sel-selfish, you know?" I hated that my hiccups started to grow up unfortunately.
"Kawaii (Y/n), life always don't give you everything you want," he put his hand on my head and another was reaching for my hands to hold them. I didn't refuse, nor I wanted him to adore me again.
I knew I'll lose my cool around him. My hiccups already started. I'm good at hiding my tears, but this goddamn hiccups always have to stick its nose whenever I cry and he certainly knew it. Because he's the very person who used to know every little thing about me.
Senpai pulled me closer, hugging me like before, "Kawaii (Y/n), I'm sorry for leaving you alone. I know you wanna cry now. I won't look at you, so cry if you want."
𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡. 𝐻𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼'𝑚 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑐𝑟𝑦.
"I HATE YOU. YOU HEAR ME? I HATE YOU, SENPAI!!" I yelled so loudly. I'm crying, burried my face in his chest, punching that with all my energy."Let's meet later, kawaii (Y/n). I have to go." He pushed out from his chest and smiled at me as he muffled my hair.
I just stayed silent, remembering every little time I spent with him.
"I-I wish we could me-meet never." My whispers weren't enough, I guess. Though he heard them and nodded his head.
"Kawaii (Y/n), live a happy life, live for Izaki, live for Yuri and live for me."
I turned away, didn't even say 'goodbye or stuff' to him because I had to hide my emotions, made my way in the apartment. Through the lobby I entered in the elevator and dropped myself on it as I pressed for the fourth floor. Yeah, I was crying, forgot that the elevator was made by glasses rather than metal. It's see through and Geto senpai was looking at it, with a pathetic look.
𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡.
As my apartment door was opened I went in and slammed it close behind me, crouched down on the wooden floor beside my couch, started crying to release my anxiety.
𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟.
𝗔/𝗻: 𝗦𝗼, 𝗴𝘂𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀, 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼 (𝗬/𝗻) 𝘅 𝗚𝗲𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆'𝗿𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗦𝗲𝗻𝗽𝗮𝗶-𝗸𝗼𝘂𝗵𝗮𝗶 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗚𝗲𝘁𝗼 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 (𝗬/𝗻) 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗹 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹. 𝗜'𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗳 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗮𝗻𝘆 (𝗬/𝗻) 𝘅 𝗚𝗲𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗜 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝗼;)
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