( º﹃º ) — chapter twenty one "i will not fail you again"
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"WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT me like that?"
Hiyori started to pinch up her face bit by bit with burning embarrassment, there was uncertainty written in her expression too. Gojo had seemed frozen in his footsteps to the bed as the last sentence slipped off of her lips. Nonetheless, he still managed to have locked eye contact with the redhead despite his rock-like body.
"No one's ever said that before," Gojo seemed to breathlessly whisper out, like he was finally starting to crawl out of his shell and Hiyori titled her head in confusion.
Hiyori retorted, "Doesn't make it any less true."
Gojo still appeared to be in a unstable state of bewilderment. His entire life, Satoru Gojo had felt completely and utterly alone. He was the strongest, and he had always been measured at a level of strength even as a baby. And because he was the strongest, he never let anyone close enough in to genuinely know him. Other than a few select people, from his beginning years of jujutsu sorcer. . .had anyone truly known him.
And after the events of his childhood, he knew it was safer to be guarded than openly friendly.
"Can I ask you one last question?" Hiyori spoke up quietly, her voice suddenly felt a bit hoarse. The question floating on her mind was one that has lingered there since the very first day she had met Gojo — and she couldn't help hiding it anymore. "Promise."
Gojo tilted his head off to the side at the redhead, "What could it be this time?"
"Had we met before that day in Toyko?"
The silence that had previously entertained the room was nothing compared to the empty coldness that stretched across now. A mouse could be heard scurrying if there from how noiseless the hotel room had become. Without even saying anything, Satoru Gojo had already given her an answer.
"What?" Hiyori jumped up unexplainably from her chair. She leaned forward towards Gojo as she stared down the white-haired man in disbelief. "I knew it. I never forget a face, but I can't remember for the life of me from where."
Gojo seemed to remain quiet, and Hiyori let a little exhale of a laugh out as she furrowed her eyebrows at him — she was waiting for him to explain. Explain where she would remember him from. But her expression started to straighten out as the silence remained, and now the redhead was tilting her head off to the side a bit. Her purple eyes never left the face of Gojo.
