Our Blue Spring- Satoru Gojo x Reader

Once More To See You

He makes his way back to his apartment, shoving past people on the busy streets. It's times like these where he wishes Tokyo wasn't such a populated city. He's not drunk by any means despite losing count of how many beer bottles and shots he went through, but the anxiety and emptying feeling of it all are what's making his mind hazy.

He makes a series of wrong turns, ending up on streets he's never been on, bumping into almost everyone he sees. It feels like he's going insane. Maybe he is. He doesn't remember the last time it's been this bad. He's never been the type to drink his problems away, but even so, it didn't help.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally gets to his apartment. He drags his body up the stairs, all 6'3 of him wanting to collapse on the floor and just go to sleep. Not because he's tired, but because he doesn't want to go through this night any longer.

He digs his pocket for his keys and fumbles with the door knob, pushing the door open with his foot before slamming it shut. He tosses his keys and wallet onto the table and heads to the bathroom, pulling his shirt over his head. He stands over the sink and splashes himself with cold water, the droplets sliding from his cheek down his jaw before hitting the counter.

He looks at himself in the mirror and hardly recognizes who he is anymore. His eye bags are dark, a red hue replaces the white sclera of his eye, his lips are pale and his hair is all disheveled. It's all evidence of the sleepless nights, hours spent crying, inability to eat properly, and stress.

He thinks nobody has caught on, but many have, including coworkers, friends, and Megumi. Megumi was the last person he wanted to find out about the state he's in. He spent a lot of time with you and Satoru before you left. You treated him like your own, so ultimately he was hurt by your sudden disappearance as well. Satoru didn't want to make it worse on him by showing how much he's been struggling, but it's gotten to the point where his efforts to keep himself together and composed were starting to slip.

He takes a quick shower, washing off the dirt and disgust from his body. The fact that he was in a bar with another woman less than 2 hours ago makes him cringe. He ruffles his hair with a towel before gently opening the door to his bedroom, almost as if you were sleeping peacefully in there and he was afraid to wake you up. His bedroom. It's like it hasn't fully registered in his mind yet. This isn't your shared bedroom anymore. You're not there to stay up until three in the morning, waiting for him to get back from missions. You're not there for him to hold in his arms, tangling your legs together, trying to be as physically close as you can because your souls were already intertwined. Yet your aroma still lingers in the room, making it feel like you're there with him.

He gets under the covers and rolls onto his side, staring at the opposite end of the bed, where you used to sleep. It's remained untouched ever since you left. He refuses to sleep on your side, it feels wrong. You didn't leave much of your stuff behind besides the locket he never takes off and some mundane things in the drawer of your night stand like hair ties, earrings, and a scrapbook. He wonders if you purposefully left them there for him or if you just forgot when you were packing your things. Regardless of that, he's never moved them out of their place.

He turns to lay on his back and looks up at the ceiling. It was beginning to pour rain outside, the drops of water hitting the window. It was the only sound that filled the empty and silent apartment aside from his own breathing. Maybe he'll stay home from tomorrow.

Night quickly turns into day and Satoru's woken up by the annoyingly loud sound of his phone ringing, probably the higher ups calling to ask why he hasn't shown up yet, but he doesn't care enough to answer. He rolls out of bed, yawning as he makes his way to the bathroom as he washes his face and brushes his teeth, nothing special. It's the same thing every morning.