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"IT SEEMS LIKE Y/N L/N HAS BROKEN UP WITH SATORU GOJO AS THE COUPLE HAS BEEN LESS VISIBLE IN PUBLIC."
yourmom: This news is so fake. Just because they're less seen in public doesn't mean they've broken up.
megmag: Satoru looks a bit stressed in the last few days too. Could that be a sign?
ken34: There's also recent news that Y/n got back with Naoya.
toletole replied to ken34: Ew, why would she get back with him? That guy literally spits tons of bad words about her.
riri: Naoya has been unusually quiet on social media. He even deleted some of the negative things about Y/n.
sensationalx: Maybe they're just taking a break? Celebrity couples do that all the time.
trueblues: Break or not, Satoru looked genuinely happy in their last public appearance.
curiousmind: Naoya? Really? He's like a toxic cloud. Can't believe Y/n would go back to that.
Shoko casually scrolled through the comments on the article, her attention shifting to you quietly enjoying your lunch in the kitchen.
"How's the food?" she inquired, setting aside her phone and focusing entirely on you.
"Mhm, it was good," you replied, savoring another bite.
A pause enveloped the room as the silence settled, broken only by the sound of your chewing.
Shoko, taking a moment to collect her thoughts, finally spoke up. "So, have you made up your mind?" she asked, her gaze fixed on you.
You turned your eyes to meet hers, and Shoko continued, "It's been almost two weeks now."
"I will get back with Naoya," you answered simply, a declaration that cast a weight over the room. Shoko's expression hardened, concern evident in her eyes.
"Have you thought twice about this?" she pressed.
"Yeah."
Shoko leaned back, a mixture of frustration and concern etched across her face. "Y/n, I get it's your choice, but Naoya isn't the right path. He's toxic and you know what he's capable of, the pain he's caused you."
You continued eating, seemingly unfazed by Shoko's words. "I've thought about it, Shoko. I know the risks, but it's my decision."
She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Satoru cares for you in a way Naoya never could, and you've been through so much together. Going back to Naoya seems like taking a step backward."
You set down your fork, meeting Shoko's gaze. "It's my life, Shoko. I appreciate your concern, but I need to do what feels right for me."
The air hung with tension as Shoko absorbed your words, clearly grappling with the conflict between her concern for you and respecting your autonomy.
"I just don't want to see you hurt again," she finally admitted, her voice softened.
"I know, Shoko. But sometimes, we need to make choices that others might not understand," you replied, finishing your lunch.
"Have you met him yet?" Shoko inquired.
"Satoru?" you clarified.
"No, Naoya."
"Yeah," you mumbled.
"Did he do anything to you?" Shoko probed.
"No, we just talked and nothing much," you replied, with that, you rose from the chair, carrying the dishes to the kitchen. Shoko observed your retreating figure, then reached for her phone, typing a message to someone.
DELICATE
Gojo scrutinized his phone as Hana sent four attachments of photos and a video. Intrigued, he clicked on each photo and the video.
The video unfolded, revealing you having dinner in a private restaurant with Naoya. Your face was obscured by scarfs and shaded glasses, making it impossible for Gojo to discern your features. However, the familiar cascade of your hair left no doubt in his mind.
Yet, the burning question lingered – why were you out with Naoya in the first place? It was a puzzle he couldn't quite decipher.
Was there an affair brewing? If not, why weren't you by his side, sharing happiness together? The uncertainty tugged at Gojo's emotions.
He grunted and reclined in the chair, staring at the untouched matcha cake on the table. The idea was to uplift his spirits by indulging in sweets, but it appeared to be futile. The cafe cradled a serene hush, with only a sparse scattering of customers lingering in the late hour.
"No worries," Gojo responded, a faint smile softening his features. He observed the familiar face across from him.
"You're not ordering anything?" Gojo raised an eyebrow.
"I'm not feeling like having anything," Geto replied calmly.
"You sure? They've got your favorite tea," Gojo suggested, stabbing a piece of the matcha cake with the small fork.
"It's fine, I've got bigger things to tell you anyway," Geto responded, causing Gojo to raise his eyebrows in confusion.
"Is it about another change of ambassador? I told you I don't care about it anymore," Gojo said, nonchalantly chewing the cake. Geto chuckled softly, shaking his head.
"No, it's not about that, Satoru," Geto said, his gaze serious. "It's about Y/n, and I think you'll want to hear this."
Gojo's curiosity heightened, and he put down the fork, giving Geto his full attention. "What happened?"
Geto sighed, "I know where she is."
"Where is she?" Gojo's eyes widened,
"She lives in one of my friend's houses," he explained.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Gojo asked, annoyance evident on his scrunched face.
Geto leaned forward, meeting Gojo's intense gaze. "I didn't tell you sooner because I wanted to be sure she was safe and settled. Your emotions have been all over the place, and I didn't want to drop this bombshell without knowing she's in a stable environment."
Gojo's frustration melted into a mix of relief and impatience. "Take me to her. Now."
Geto nodded, understanding the urgency. "I'll take you there, but promise me you'll keep a level head. Y/n has her reasons, and we need to respect that."
Gojo hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "Just take me to her, Suguru."
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