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gojo had not left the guest room you had lent him in three days.
that night, the party had ended with the blaring siren of an ambulance woven between gasps and cries of confusion. it shouldn't have made a difference who it was but it happened to gojo after all, the one who was beloved by many and known by all.
it was as if mother nature herself was also lamenting, for it wasn't long after the ambulance had been called that the sky l opened up and rain began to pour down. the music had been abruptly stopped and a crowd had formed at the front of the house, despite the weather.
only you had been allowed to accompany gojo in the ambulance. geto remained to gather both of your belongings before shortly leaving to join you in the hospital.
it had been 72 hours since then, yet not much had improved. gojo had been soon discharged, the doctors citing that a drug had been identified in his blood, which had caused him to lose consciousness. they suggested that it must have been an incident of spiked drink. common at parties they said.
but as they told you that, you knew it could only have been one person.
now you were sat beside gojo in the room, watching as light dimmed from behind the curtains, the sun setting on the third day. he had full regained consciousness the morning after the party; was fit to continue daily activities the afternoon of that day. but the events had left him with more emotional damage then physical. he refused to leave your house, fearful of what may happen if he did. he was becoming paranoid.
gojo curled further into your touch, his head resting on your lap as you stroked his snow like hair. gojo only trusted you.
you heard a small scuffle outside the door, before a knock was heard.
"y/n, suguru is here to see you and satoru," your sister called out.
you spared a quick glance at gojo, who shrugged in in difference.
"come in," you responded.
the door to the guest room opened slowly and geto stepped in.
you don't know why but you sat up, suddenly conscious of the way gojo was lying on your lap. the way your hand was situated at the nape of his neck as you brushed his white hair.
geto swallowed thickly as his eyes gazed upon the sight, yet he brushed it off almost as quickly, as he remembered what had occurred between the two of you just a few days prior.
geto observed the room instead. the curtains were drawn and there was no light save for a small desk lamp was on. some of satoru's clothes were strewn across the floor but it was still neater than he had anticipated.
