𝐈𝐤𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐢 | 𝐒. 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 ✔️

Chapter 19

"You have feelings for him right y/n?"

In the silence that followed, you wrestled with your thoughts, feeling the weight of Geto's question hanging heavily in the air. Two minutes passed without a word from you as you grappled with your feelings and the complicated situation you found yourself in.

Admitting your feelings, even in a small way, felt like a weight lifted off your shoulders. With a small exhale of frustration, you finally confessed to Geto, "Yes."

Geto's lack of surprise only added to the complexity of the situation. You had admitted your feelings, but now what?

"Wasn't that obvious, right? Haha," you chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "Look, y/n, I don't know what Gojo's feelings are towards you, but I do know that he's really protective of you. He might've not done anything in front of you, but when he's with me... hell, you're the only one he talks about." he explained, his tone sincere.

"I think he's struggling with something, and that might be clouding his judgment. It doesn't excuse his behavior, but perhaps if you try to understand him, things might get better," he concluded, offering you a reassuring look.

His words had irritated you a little "Why doesn't he try understanding me then?"

Geto sighed, a hint of frustration evident in his expression."I guess we all have our blind spots," he admitted.

"Im going inside again." As you made your way back inside, you could feel a mix of emotions; frustration, confusion. Geto followed closely behind.

The club was a whirlwind of activity, with people dancing, laughing, and drinking all around you. Despite the chaotic atmosphere, you found comfort in the familiar presence of Shoko by your side. As you took a drag from your cigarette, you couldn't help but long for the tranquility of the empty streets you had left behind.

You glanced around the dimly lit club, feeling out of place amidst the pulsating music and flashing lights. The urge to escape this chaotic scene and retreat to the comfort of your bed grew stronger with each passing moment.

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The cool night air greeted you as you stepped outside, the rhythmic sound of the crashing waves provided a soothing backdrop to your restless thoughts as you walked along the deserted shoreline. The moon cast a soft glow over the dark waters, painting the scene with an ethereal beauty that offered a momentary escape from the turmoil within.

Lost in your own thoughts, you hardly noticed the passage of time as you wandered aimlessly along the beach, the gentle breeze tugging at your hair and the sand shifting beneath your feet.

Above, the stars twinkled like scattered diamonds strewn across a velvet canvas, their celestial glow casting a soft, ethereal light upon the world below.

As you walked, the sand shifted beneath your feet, molding to the contours of your soles as if guiding you along a hidden path known only to the sea and the stars. The rhythmic sound of the waves served as a soothing melody.

In the distance, the silhouette of a lone figure caught your eye, as you drew nearer, the figure resolved into a familiar form, bathed in the silvery glow of the moon. It was Gojo, standing at the water's edge, his gaze fixed upon the horizon. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as you watched him, the world around you fading into insignificance as you became lost in the beauty of the moment. In that fleeting instant, the boundaries between reality and imagination blurred.

For a moment, you hesitated, unsure of whether to approach him or retreat back to the safety of the hotel. But something in his posture, the way he sat with his head bowed and his shoulders slumped, tugged at your heartstrings, urging you to draw nearer.