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As Gojo gradually emerged from the clutches of a pounding headache, he couldn't help but groan, the discomfort echoing through his entire being. "Fuck," he muttered, his hand instinctively reaching for his aching head.
"This is why I don't drink," he grumbled between groans, the regret evident in his voice.
Gojo chose a few moments of silence to collect himself. As the pain gradually subsided, he extended his hand to retrieve his phone. A bittersweet smile played on his lips as he gazed at the wallpaper capturing a moment of joy – the two of you hiking in your hometown.
However, as he navigated through his messages, a palpable tension crept over him. Several messages from friends filled his inbox, yet the absence of any communication from you left a lingering ache in Gojo's chest.
His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden notification that made his eyes widen. "You're late, Satoru. The shooting almost started," the message read. The urgency of the words jolted Gojo into action, prompting him to hastily rise and stumble toward the bathroom to cleanse himself.
"Today's gonna be another shitty day," he muttered under his breath, a sigh carrying the weight of both physical discomfort and emotional unease. As he confronted the mirror, the reflection staring back at him seemed to mirror the complex blend of regret and determination that defined the challenges ahead.
DELICATE
"Break time," the director's announcement provided a temporary relief, and Gojo, feeling the weight of exhaustion, walked off to the nearest chair. He settled in, placing his hand on his forehead as he closed his eyes, attempting to find a momentary respite. However, his moment of rest was interrupted when someone blocked his front view. Gojo raised his head, finding the concerned gaze of the director fixed upon him.
"Satoru, are you okay?" the director inquired with genuine concern coloring his voice.
"Yeah," Gojo mumbled in a subdued tone, not wanting to burden the director with the complexities clouding his mind.
The director, however, wasn't easily dissuaded. "You don't usually act like this. You were late this morning, and you've been off during the photoshoots. If there's anything wrong, you should tell me," he urged, his tone a mix of professional concern.
"It's fine, sir. I'm sorry for not doing my best," Gojo responded, his apology carrying a hint of weariness.
With a thoughtful nod, the director spoke, "Satoru, we're a team here. If something's bothering you, it's better to address it than let it affect your work. We're all human, and we understand that life can throw curveballs. Don't hesitate to talk to me or someone else you trust."
Gojo, appreciating the sincerity in the director's words, managed a nod in acknowledgment. As the break continued, the director left Gojo to his thoughts.
