𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 | Fem reader x Gojo Satoru

Aftermath

All I can hear is screaming...
My ears are ringing and my head is pounding...
All of a sudden I shoot up awake and I'm shaking from how cold it is. But it's not cold, it's just me. I've had these night terrors even since I was little, something to do with my cursed energy levels means there's some odd side effects such as this, but it usually wears off within a few minutes. I pull the duvet that's around me tighter to attempt to quell the chill, but it's internal and not even the thickest of covers could warm me up.

Wait... Duvet?

Who's duvet is this?

Night terror after-effects completely worn off, I sit back up puzzled. I'm in a large bedroom that is certainly not mine, and it's got high ceilings with full length curtains covering a large window which is allowing slithers of light to peek through onto the bed I'm in. The bed is a double... 100% a super king or whatever the largest size is called. All I know is that it's way bigger than mine and I'm jealous.

To the right hand side of the room theres an open door that leads to what I think is an en-suite judging by the marble tiling, so I deduce that the door to the left of me is out of the bedroom. After gathering my surroundings, I suddenly conveniently realise that I have an extremely bad headache. We're talking red wine or even whiskey hangover headache. The memories of last night all come flooding back, everything from my ominous knocks on Satoru's door, all to the weird thing I said to him before I passed out about him leaving hurting me.

And I still said this after I'd seen him with another girl. I am never drinking again. My headache kicks back in so I drag myself out of the comfortable bed and into the bathroom, which is far too well lit for my tired eyes. Luckily, the lights have a dimmer (of course they do as Satoru only knows prodigality) and I put them down to the lowest level possible. The large mirror in front of me lays out my features and I barely look like myself. Not only am I extremely tired, and it shows, but I look practically gaunt which reminds me I need to take care of myself better... starting with no more drinking. Ever.

I wash my face with whatever face soap is by the sink and look down at what I'm wearing. It's my same clothes from last night (thank god, hopefully that means I didn't do anything too weird that I don't remember) and I pat my pockets down for my phone which I don't find. I pace back into the bedroom and see it on the nightstand, turning it over to reveal the time is 6:00 am. Knowing Satoru he probably won't be up yet, I debate making an early escape to avoid embarrassment.

I unlock my phone and see a message:

From Shoko
I'm tracking your location... what the hell are you doing?

Oh god so now I'm going to have to explain this to her.

To Shoko
Why the hell didn't you stop me?!

I don't await her reply and stuff my phone back in my pocket before heading towards the bedroom door. I put my ear to it to see if there's any signs of life (I'll be surprised if there is considering how early it is as Satoru never used to get up this early... but as I know all too well, people can change). I can't hear anything so I open the door and look out. It all seems very familiar as I put together the messy jigsaw pieces that are my memories of last night. I pace out into the kitchen area and to the left of me is a vast wall of glass with views over the whole city.

I cant help myself but move towards it and look out... I can just take a look and leave straight away, he won't be up for a while anyway I'm sure. I take in the vast expanse that is Tokyo and it makes me feel calm inside for a few minutes. I feel my phone buzz in my pocket over and over again as if someone's calling me but I'm currently too at peace to pick up. If it's important they'll leave a message.

"You going to get that?"

A voice says from close behind me and the serenity I had gained beforehand leaves my body. Before I'm fully broken out of my trance like state and can reply, I feel a hand reach into my pocket and take my phone. I turn around confused to see Satoru wearing a white silk t-shirt stretched across his upper body with black silk pyjama trousers (only prodigality as I said before). I look up to his face and he's not wearing his blindfold, but his eyes do look tired.

"I think Shoko wants to talk to you." He says handing my phone back to me.

"Thanks." Is all I can muster before turning back to the view in hopes that he will leave me alone (even though I'm the invader in his home).

"You like the view?" He asks and I sigh in response.

"Yeah it's nice, I don't usually see the city from this angle. It's good to get a different perspective." I say staring out.

I feel him close in behind me and move slightly to my left. His hand rests lightly on my back, but I know it's only temporary. When one of us is intoxicated it's as if all of our feelings can pour out so easily. I don't know how he feels now though... his hand is tentative and lingering, it feels fleeting. I tear my gaze away from the window and up to his face to see him staring out at the view too. I get a better look at his eyes from here and they look even more tired up close, although who am I to judge considering I probably look like I haven't had a good night's sleep in five days (that's because I haven't).

He must realise I'm staring at him as he too tears his gaze away from the window to look down at me. Although I'm sure he knew I was staring at him the moment I looked in his direction, he just wanted to give me time to take him in, whether that be out of consideration or ego I'm not sure. His hand drops from my back but I feel closer to him than ever when he looks into my eyes like this. Nevertheless, the whole situation feels temporary. Sure, I was wrong about the slacking off work incident, but he has what seems to be a girlfriend now and I do by no means want to get entangled in that mess, plus I'm happy for him (I'm not, but that's what I'll tell Shoko).

"I'm sorry about last night." I start, looking back towards the skyline.

"It's fine. I'm just glad you actually stayed and didn't run off in the morning before I could see you."

A pang of guilt hits me knowing my original plan was to leave without seeing him, but then I remember how he left my apartment.

"Least I could do." I reply kindly.

"You sleep okay?"

Ugh I hate small talk.

"As well as ever." I reply, which isn't necessarily a lie as I haven't slept well in ages. "Did you?" I ask him back out of courtesy.

"Yeah, fine thanks." he replies simply, but I'm guessing he's lying too.

Great. What now? I decide to turn back around towards the door and feel his eyes on my back as I do so. Does he want me to stay or something?

"You're leaving?" He asks.

"Yeah, I think I've been your burden long enough." I say laughing lightly. "I'm really sorry once again and I'm sure you'll be happy to know I'm now going tee-total so no more drunken visits for you." I say as I smile and point a finger at him.

"Just regular visits then." He replies back, which I don't quite understand as I haven't visited him not-drunk since I've been back, but I go along with it anyway as I struggle to put my shoes on. He makes his way over to the door and opens it for me and I slip out as we say goodbye. How embarrassing.