~Yn~
Satoru.
Satoru.
"...Satoru." Your haggard voice, croaks between each burdening wheeze.
Eyes heavy, your eyelids barely crack open enough for you to find Gojo fast asleep in the neighbouring chair. His fist is punching into his cheek that it makes his lips part and drool escapes. A soft smile pains your numbed state as the morphine and anaesthetics begin to wean away.
A tight pressure starts to become noticeable with every breath, the quickening of your pulse pounds into your eardrums and the sores from surgery become more present than before. It feels so heavy, as if someone has placed an anchor on your chest and has left it there to crush and sink into your thoracic cavity.
The pain laps into your arms, crashing like waves, each push more intense than the last.
"Satoru. Water." You call again, weaker than before.
He remains deep asleep, basked in his dreams of pain and suffering and freedom. A wisp of such a thing still clings to you, as the connection still holds true. He is between here and there, past and present, and mourning and awakenings. The memory or dream casts a shadow over your psyche, the fog is thick, and the pain is clear.
A constant rapid beep draws your attention elsewhere as the slackening in your jaw and mind become weightless. An imploding pain feels like fingers clawing out chunks of your heart and carving out the chambers into a cavernous pit of blood, pain, and nothingness.
With a heavy breath, your words die on his name.
~*~
Oh, would you look at that there's a man down.
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fuck buddies don't act like this (Gojo x Reader)
FanfictionHe comes to you whenever he has spare time, you're his favourite he tells you. The special one. You find it a load of bullshit but he tells you sweet things before fucking off back to Tokyo. Gojo doesn't do relationships so why is he Jealous of you...
