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"Rise with the morning, you call to me."
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"This is where the kid lives?" I asked, my voice monotone as I took in my surroundings.
I was stupid to think Gojo wouldn't use this as an opportunity to show off his teleportation ability.
I looked around, everything in this neighbourhood was broken or was about to break. Everything that was broken was patched pretty badly with metal sheets.
This place is nowhere near fit for a kid, and I could tell the crime rates were pretty high. But if Satoru was right in saying he has a promising technique, surely he'll be fine?
I frowned.
Toji Fushiguro really was a shitty father.
"Yep. Somber, huh?" Gojo casually spoke, his voice void of any care in the world. The tall man strolled past me and made a beeline for what I assumed to be a certain building.
I narrowed my heavy eyes at him.
"Why am I getting the feeling you don't wanna be here?" I sighed, my frown evident in my tone.
"Because I don't, duh. Who would?" He hardly turned back to look at me.
I snarled.
"Don't be a brat, Gojo. You're the one who brought me. Now that we're already here, none of us are turning back. Fix whatever this is." I scolded sternly, causing Gojo to turn his head with his chin tilted up.
I couldn't see his eyes as his sunglasses were obstructing them, but I knew they were narrowed.
After a (somewhat) long staring contest, he sighed and fully turned to face me, his hands still in his pockets.
"Look. I-I just..." He trailed off, hardly looking at me as his face seemed more tilted to the floor than at me.
"He's Toji Fushiguro's kid, y'know? It's weird. It almost feels awkward being here..." I sighed, taking a step forward and placing a hand on his shoulder.
"I know, Gojo. I know. That man fucked me up too, so I know. But please, try set that aside for him. This was your decision, no?" I spoke softly, but my tone was still firm.
"Yeah, yeah. You're right. I'll try." He brushed me off with a forfeited sigh.
"For you, I'll try." He whispered, turning around to walk away.
