fuck buddies don't act like this (Gojo x Reader)

Chapter 82

~Yn~

Time passes by slowly.

Maybe you have stepped away from time for too long to notice that the world keeps on turning and the clocks keep on ticking, yet your mind has stayed to a single irreplaceable moment. Crisp and clear like the early morning on a winter's day, your mind has come to accept what has happened. Freeing you from some of the built-up guilt that's been piling for the past couple of days. Morgan was right, you do need to think about the bigger picture and whether you should be doing any of this anymore. Gojo has his life, and you have yours, two separate worlds connected by love and longing. But you recognise that your selfishness has hurt him before and doing it again might become the catalyst to what you both have. Soon, it will be more than a few months since you've been reunited and yet communication is as weak as it was before.

How can you tell him that you have cancer and expect normalcy to return ever again. It's certainly not as easy as talking about the weather nor skirting around the subject of Gojo's murderous streak or whatever protects you from those things. The so-called divine intervention. This is real and something very serious, life-threatening, and vulnerable, something you and he, have yet to truly unearth about the other together.

Later has arrived.

Your phone buzzes, jittering across the counter, stilling your thoughts as one precarious name boldly takes centre stage. Sighing heavily, glancing around the empty living room. Gojo is at work, and you should be doing the same, but life has made you take an undisclosed sabbatical for the time being, until Gojo knows the truth.

The day is bright, and the heat box that this glass house becomes is just the right level of unbearable to constrict your guilt in knots. Your chest weighs you down as your apprehensive finger taps the green call sign.

"Why must I hear from Tanaka-san, that you've finally settled down." Your mother stresses, forgoing greeting you altogether in favour of reprimanding you instead.

Wincing immediately under the disuse of Morgan's family name, something your mother clearly doesn't understand after several years of friendship and numerous family visits. Your mother is from the older generation and will only refer to another's first name when they become part of the family. The sentiment extends to women as well, as your sister-in-law, Ame struggled with her for many years until after the vows were exchanged did your mother call her by her first name.

Hiroto wasn't happy but kept his grumblings to himself lest he start a war he couldn't win.

"Uh... yes, wait, hang on, when did you two get all cosy?" Slowly catching yourself too soon as your mother huffs on the other end.

"Maybe when my own daughter forgot to tell me that she's been seeing someone for the past two months now, hm." The truth has never smelt fishier.

The fact alone is that Morgan's part in all of this wouldn't have been out of her own volition. L/n Umi, has a way to weasel information out of people as easy as flipping her switch from motherly housewife to a berating, sandal wielding wretch keen on keeping her public reputation untarnished from her spiritual ways. Hiroto and Grace are just trophies added to boost her mark within her close-knit community, whilst your wayward ways and forgotten existence act as a stain to her golden repertoire.

"Well, I was going to tell you, but-"

"No buts, I want to meet him." She adds hastily, unbothered by your excuses.

"I don't think-"

"Friday twenty-eighth at five, make sure not to come empty-handed." Your mother's satisfied tone grates just as heavily as the sound of her pen scribbling into her calendar.