𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 | Fem reader x Gojo Satoru

Monaco

My alarm rings out at four am for the flight I have booked and I haven't slept a second the whole evening. Weirdly enough, I don't even feel tired, I feel the most energised I have in the last four days. Since yesterday, my elation at receiving the information on Satoru's possible whereabouts has turned more into apprehension. I have a quick shower before packing my bags and text Shoko to let her know what I'm planning.

I'm just bringing a weekender duffel bag and a large handbag for the trip, anything else I need I'll buy there. I've already booked a week long stay at the Hotel de Paris and in the taxi on the way to the airport I look at the map of Monaco on my phone. It suddenly hits me that even if Satoru really is here, there's no guarantee that I'll be able to find him. Monaco is one of the most densely populated countries after all, meaning my search might be difficult.

The taxi finally reaches the airport and I step out, the cool morning air hitting my senses as I do so. My flight is in around an hour and a half, meaning I have enough time to get through security have a coffee before I have to depart. Luckily all goes smoothly, and before I know it I've boarded the plane to Nice airport. As I look out the window, the air hostess comes round asking me if I would like anything to drink.

I decline the alcoholic options and simply ask for water. I think about all the things I could possibly say to Satoru if I end up seeing him and I wonder how he will react. At the end of the day, there's not even a guarantee that I'll meet him here. My previous hope has now partially been lost and instead I am now attempting to view this trip as... just a little excursion or a holiday.

At least that way I won't be emotionally crushed if I don't find him here (I'm kidding myself). The flight takes around 17 hours and we eventually land in Nice. I exit the airport and see the arranged driver holding a sign with my name on it and it's luckily only around a 30 minute drive to Monaco from here. As we travel I see the French Riviera expand before me, the beautiful emerald coast and beaches sprawling across the horizon.

That is, however, until we enter a very long tunnel. If he is here, Satoru sure does know how to choose a location. I wonder what it would be like if things were different, if we had ended up coming here together on a holiday or something. I become sad and attempt to drag my mind away from such thoughts as we finally exit the tunnel and my vision refocuses on the coastline.

The driver drops me off outside the Hotel de Paris, leaving me to check in and get to my room. It's a large suite as it's all they had considering my last minute booking and I flop down on the expanse of a bed, looking out onto the balcony to my right. I get up and walk over to it, leaning on the railing as I do so. I take in the sea air and look at Monaco's sprawling streets below.

I search them with my eyes, practically looking for Satoru already. It's not like I could do anything if I saw him from up here, even if I called out to him, he probably wouldn't hear me. For this reason I tear myself away from the balcony and instead have a coffee, by myself, in the hotel's bar downstairs. I need to stay awake if I'm going to be starting my search today and it's probably more efficient to do it by foot.

After drinking the coffee and consuming some cake alongside it for sustenance, I exit the hotel and make my way into Monaco's streets. I walk past many high end designer shops and eventually reach a more quaint area with narrower streets and market stalls. The architecture here is amazing, with towering buildings encasing the street from either side.

It also gets a lot busier in this area as people stop to inspect the stalls' produce and I apologise profusely as I move my way through. I scan everyone's face as if I'm a lost child looking for their parent and get some odd looks as I do so. I continue to make my way through the crowd and stand on my tiptoes to peer over the hoards of people into the distance.