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

Chapter 83

~Yn~

His jaw halts, sewing his lips together forming a tight line as Gojo's hand continues to ache through yours, tight but not crushing. The driver ahead has the divider down, his anxious eyes flit between you and him in the rear-view mirror as the car climbs the winding road up the mountain. Thinking about last night feels like waves crashing into land, and the pain soars past your heavy eyes and chokes on your breath.

Since last night, your caller history is full of your parent's sorrows, grief, and confusion. Your mother has separately messaged you about an exorcism and cleansing the soul, as if what is wrong with you can be prayed away. As if Gojo is the cause of this, when cancer just happens. No one is at fault but your cells rebelling against the system. Glancing to your left, Gojo remains rigid and square against the leather seats, his thick black blindfold covering his eyes as the unseen emotions churn underneath.

He hasn't spoken much.

Anger, grief, and betrayal. Are the many feelings you imagine he's tracking through right now. A week has passed since your diagnosis, and today you're going in for your first brain scan, but Gojo has other ideas. He's taking you to his school or more so his friend, a doctor of sorts. He wasn't making any sense this morning, but after last night, nothing seems to make sense any more.

Your words have abandoned you, and no more tears trek down your cheeks. Squeezing your conjoined hands in peaceful greetings, Gojo stirs from his blank stare and grips harder, turning to you. His expression is grim and sad, yet his lips still crack a smile as he leans down and gently kisses the top of your head.

"Everything is going to be okay." He says softly.

But are those words directed towards you or to reassure himself that nothing is out of the ordinary. Neither of you know.

The car pulls into what appears to be the entrance, stone steps ascend toward two enormous wooden arched doors. Parking just before it, the driver drums his fingers along the steering wheel, his shoulders hunch into himself and his eyes fix forwards.

Gojo opens the door and waits for you to get out before slamming it shut, the sound shuddering down your spine. His tight grip loosens as he drags you up the steps, the doors opening automatically as if the compound has been awaiting his arrival, but beyond the gates there's no one insight. What does lie before you is the backdrop to any historical drama, as the buildings have been carved with exquisite detail, aligning with the traditional values of a shrine. It appears more like a temple than a school, as you both pass several Buddhist statues and walk under torii gates.

The school seems to be a compound of many other buildings that must part take in the mysterious society that this school is fronting for. A group of students filters out of one as you and Gojo enter the courtyard, the group looks familiar as the blurry faces suddenly come into view as one spiky pink haired boy runs up.

"GOJO-SENSEI!" He calls enthusiastically, star jumping in front of you two.

The other two familiar faces are followed by another trio and well your focus sort of derails when a literal bipedal panda is walking amongst them, snagging all your interest away from the kid. It clocks your stare and counters with its own as the trio assess the situation happening ahead of them.

"Yuuji!" Gojo returns with less enthusiasm.

Everyone halts and stares, and then down at your conjoined hands, their eyes bulging wide and jaws crashing into the ground.

"I win!" A girl with the short brown hair and eyepatch lunges towards Yuuji swinging her arm around his head and rubbing her fist into his hair.

Stunned, Gojo's grip tightens as he scratches his cheek.