ISSUES | GOJO. S

6

"and when i'm walk in, all that i wanna hear is you say, 'daddy's home, daddy's home for me' and I know you've been waiting for this, love in your day, you know your daddy's home, and it's time to play, so you ain't got to give my loving away"

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NARRATOR

While the days become shorter and the sun slept, the moon stayed up taking the night shift. It became winter almost immediately. It was cold but not enough to make you wish you were inside. You walked out of your dorm that you've officially moved into. It was co-ed for teachers so it didn't matter if you saw a guy coming out of his dorm or vice versa. It was different for the youth that came to become the best.

You wore thick double layered black sweatpants that were flared at the bottoms. A regular cotton band shirt, and all black boots. It was a simple outfit as you weren't training any students today. Your wolf cut that was steadily growing out was up in a loose pony showing off your neck that had a small tattoo of your ex-boyfriend's eyes. At some point and you were sober for this you want a tattoo of his ocean eyes.

The way it rippled like the tides at the beach or the way it swayed back and forth. You fell in love with those eyes especially with the owner of them. One thing you loved about them was the cursed technique; that made it seem like it was animated. As if there was a beautiful hard to find destination with a beach front and you wanted to travel there. The water looked like God personally drunk from then water. You always found your self obsessed with it.

You were able to one day get a close up picture of his eyes. You were asking his goofy ass to pose to fuel his already inflated ego for the perfect tattoo. He of course did it without hesitation only for you. That's what you loved about him. Yet you messed up and lost him you couldn't control yourself or your drinking to think about him. You sighed gloomy as you walked through the dorm corridor.

It was a chilly yet tolerable december. It was also Satoru's 29th birthday. You would've been planing the best birthday for him but he didn't even want to see you; unless death itself was knocking on someone's door. You frowned immensely sad that even after this long you couldn't get him back no matter how hard you tried and it hurt, it hurt worse then getting stabbed or even getting shot. You hurt and you had no idea what to do.

Instead you were just going to teach, you were going to be distracted and keep yourself from obsessing over him. Somehow without fail; you can never truly get over him or even keep him out of your mind. It always ended the same and without fail you were hopelessly in love.

You started to remember yourself breaking into your ex-boyfriend's house through a window of course you purposely keep a certain way so you can get in. Still letting yourself think he doesn't know.

You trudged sadly through the front entrance of the dorm building and started walking up a straight and stoney path to the main building where teaching took life.

The breeze felt great as you walked down the cobbled path, the grass was cut perfectly and the flowers growing looked as beautiful as they a few days ago. Usually, it didn't look this good because of the some of the training that took place or whatever attack happened but today it looked good.

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Y/N finally arrived to the main building and quickly pulled the metal doors open and ran inside through building as the cold got to her.

Her breath visible as she tried to warm herself up walking to her left to the multiple wooden dark stained doors behind each one a classroom.

The familiar building looked the same and Y/N could only put a memory to it as she first came here because of Gojo. She was first introduced to a few people but not many knew of her especially his new students. She did know Yuta, and a few others, but that was a 'hi' and 'bye' as his cursed energy was extraordinary. He was truly a strong one along with Maki and Mai. Mai being Maki's twin who was visiting for some event.

Y/N didn't stay long for those she was trained and learned about her techniques through his students and his old sensei. She grateful for it all and was excited to be offered a job as her old life wasn't doing her much good. She left it all behind after Satoru cursed her out and handed her bags of clothes and slammed then white accented door in her face.

The sound of music broke Y/N out of her trance it wasn't obnoxiously loud but you feel its tremble and base as you walked by the classroom. The familiar classroom where you went looking for him.

🎵 hey, hey, hey daddy 🎵

Y/N smirked at the familiar voice of Usher filling the empty bare halls.

🎵 daddy's home, oh, home for me, i know you've been waiting for this love in your day 🎵

"hey, dadddy" Y/N sung lowly, emphasizing daddy in a sensual tone. She knew right away that Gojo was in a good mood and she didn't want to ruin it. Although, she grew curious she sensed more people in the class probably his students as he probably danced to his favor song.

🎵 you know your daddy's home 🎵

Y/N chuckled at the thought of him dancing, not he was shitty but due to his long legs she could imagine it looked awkward but his students most definitely the pink haired one danced with him. She smiled truly happy for him but she knew she couldn't celebrate with him. A sad smile replaced her smile as she wanted nothing but the best for him.

Walking further from the familiar classroom Y/N trudged to hers. As she stopped in front of her own. She mumbled to her self.

"Happy Birthday Gojo" a sad smile on her lips.

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song : Hey Daddy (Daddy's Home) by Usher.

Happy Birthday Gojo 🥹💕