𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧.

One down, Another to go.

"See ya later, [N/n]! Ayame and I will be leaving the hotel soon."

"Have fun at the party, Oba-san. I will be calling tommorow morning."

". . Don't- Don't injure yourself too much, ok? Just- If you do, Immeditaely get to Shoko-san."

"I know, You don't have to worry so much."

"See ya sweetheart. Take care! Love you lots!"

"See ya. Love you too."

You silently smile to yourself as you cut the phone call with your aunt. They are currently on a trip in Malaysia, as they were invited there- posibly for more contracts.

You look at the current time, 9:30 p.m.

You will have to start early today as you have to complete two missions- or well- one mission and another commission.

Groaning to yourself, you stare at your phone's lockscreen for about 15 seconds before releasing a breath. You have to go and get ready.

You were going to put on some joggers as usual, but then you remembered you have to go to a gambling club and shit. You have to look fancy. Well, now you gotta dress up.

So, taking about 10 minutes roughly, you wear a fancy tuxedo you had lying at the back of your closet, style yourself up--and then take a full 15 minutes just for styling your hair- which refuses to stay the way you want it to.

After giving up on your hair, and leaving it be- You finally pick up your phone, wallet and airpods and leave the house.

You stand at the open entrance of your apartment for a moment, taking in the calm breezes of the night, staring at the stars that decorate the sky. Things like these- the underappreciated beauty of your world- is what makes you want to run away- far far away from every problem, and bask in the eerie yet comforting lull of the night skies.

You sigh. If only that was how it could be. If only.

You move to the parking ground of your apartment, walking over to the farthest corner.

Your face immediately brightens when the sleek red surface of your own motorcycle comes to sight. Hurrying over excitedly to it, you smooth your hands over the handles and the seats. This was a goodbye gift from a badass woman-Yakuza leader who used to live here, before she moved to the countryside. You really don't know why she gave her prized possession to you- saying to you dramatically that 'You are the only one who's worthy enough'-- but you were happy nonetheless.

You had gotten the license for it just this year-- and god you can't wait to flex this baby on your other friends. Though you are sure- some of them may also have got their licenses.

You put on your helmet and start the engine, your eyes sparkling. Maneuvering the bike out of the parking place, you salute the security guard who quietly laughs before saluting back-- and leave the apartment. The supposed location Gojo gave you to the abandoned location is at a good distance from the city--right next to your school--it will take you roughly 25 minutes to get there.

Well, That's great.

As you were approaching your destination, you noticed a familiar car parked alongside the building.

You stop your bike alongside the driver's side, and peer inside the window.

. . .He's sleeping.

"Ijichi-san." You knock the windows. "Ijichi-san." . . . . "IJICHI-SAN."

"HUh- WHaT-" The startled man quickly panics, before peering through the glass at you, composing himself and rolling down the glass.

"Sorry, [Name]-san. I was extremel--"

"Extremely tired. Yes I know, Gojo ate your head up." You say, a knowing smile on your face. The man in front of you sighs with a drained-out smile on his face. "Well, I am going to put up the--Why are you dressed so fancy?" He asks suddenly, an eyebrow raised. Before you could answer however, the man gasps, "[Name]-san, You are going on a date?!"