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The intense confrontation within the penthouse heightened as Naoya's voice reverberated, a discordant symphony of anger and frustration.
"Shut up, will you!" he bellowed, the harshness of his tone echoing off the walls.
"I told you to take the morning-after pill! What's so hard about it?" he snapped, his gaze piercing through you with accusatory intensity.
"And I did," you retorted, defiance tinged with frustration.
"No, you fucking liar," he spat back, his anger intensifying.
"If you did, then how are you pregnant?" he demanded, his tone laced with skepticism.
"How can I know! This wouldn't have happened if you wore a condom instead!" your frustration erupted into a yell, emotions cascading in torrents.
"Or have you been cheating behind my back? That baby isn't even mine, right?" he accused, gripping you by the collar, pressing you against the refrigerator with a chilling force.
"I'm not," you asserted, a single tear rolling down as he slowly released his grip.
"Abort it, I don't care," he declared with a dismissive groan, severing any emotional connection callously.
"I'm not taking care of that baby," with those cold words, he grabbed his car keys.
In the heavy silence that followed, you mustered the strength to speak, your voice breaking through the tension. "Naoya, we need to talk about this. It's not just about me; it's about both of us."
But Naoya's resolve remained unyielding. "I don't want to hear it. Deal with it on your own."
"I can't do this alone," you pleaded, desperation evident in your eyes.
He scoffed, his indifference cutting deep. "You should have thought about that before letting this happen."
He left without a backward glance, the door closing with a finality that echoed the shattered fragments of what was once a shared life. The penthouse, witness to a crumbling relationship, stood silent as you grappled with the sudden, painful reality of being left alone to face the consequences.
"Y/n?" A voice called you, breaking your reverie.
"Are you okay?" Gojo asked, a worried expression painting his face.
"Sorry, I got carried away," you chuckled dryly, attempting to lighten the atmosphere.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he inquired, sipping his coffee, his eyes filled with genuine concern.
"I appreciate that, Satoru, but I'm fine," you replied, though the strain in your voice hinted at the emotional turmoil within.
"Alright then," he responded with a soft smile, as you both continued to sip your drinks.
The breezy air in the park whispered through the branches, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and the promise of winter. Wrapped in a vibrant red scarf and a cozy beanie, you walked along the dimly lit paths with Gojo, the soft glow of the night casting a gentle ambiance.
As you strolled, the crunch of dry leaves beneath your boots provided a soothing soundtrack to the solitude. The park, usually bustling with daytime activities, now held a serene charm under the moonlight.
"What did you say again?" You asked back, looking up slightly at Gojo, admiring his handsome side profile.
"That I pulled a prank on my friend, and now he's blocked me from everything?" He tilted his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes, prompting a chuckle from you.
"What kind of prank did you play on him this time? And no, I don't think that's the one," you said, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
"Well, you know my friend Nanami, right?" he continued, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.
"Yeah, the one who always seems like he's on the verge of losing his patience with your antics?" you responded.
"The very same!" Gojo laughed. "So, here's what happened. I managed to get a hold of his phone and changed all the contact names in his phone to famous actors and actresses. So, when he received messages, he thought he was getting texts from Hollywood celebrities!"
Your laughter intensified at the absurdity of the prank. "I can't imagine Nanami's reaction to that."
"He was so confused!" Gojo exclaimed, clearly relishing in the memory. "Imagine getting a text, thinking it's from Tom Cruise, only to find out it's just me asking if you want to grab lunch."
You shook your head, still chuckling. "Let's back to the original question"
"Oh! I wanted to ask if you're free tomorrow to accompany me for my newest magazine cover," he said.
"Well, I don't have anything to do tomorrow, so sure, why not?" you replied.
"I can't wait to introduce you to someone. I think you might like him; he's very nice with people," he said excitedly as you chuckled a bit.
"Can't wait for that too," you said.
"I hope you don't mind that I'm late from reaching you out. I passed out yesterday from too many events," he added.
"No worries at all," you reassured him. "I know how hectic schedules can get, especially in your line of work."
He sighed in relief, appreciating your understanding.
"Even small gestures like this already make me happy," you added, the sincerity in your voice echoing through the quiet streets.
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