|POLARITY| Gojo Satoru x Reader

36.

I wrote this listening to Once more to see you by Mitski on repeat.

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Y/n's POV

Ringing the building's doorbell gives me a nostalgic feeling. It might be the last time I come here. There is a buzzing sound before the door unlocks. I can't help but feel nervous as I come up the elevator. It's finally time. Today is the last sleep the elders will experience. I hope they have so many things left to do. I hope they have appointments set for tomorrow, family dinners, hopes for the future. I wish I could see all their faces before they go. But Yaga's will suffice; it's the only one I know after all.

The door opens after I knock on it, and I already feel lighter as I hear his steps rushing back to the kitchen. The table is set in a pretty manner, a special occasion. A goodbye.

"Last day as Y/n Masamichi," He says, I feel the need to smile as I see him eagerly set the table.

If it's my last day as Y/n Masamichi... who will I be tomorrow?

"Last day with a leash, you must be thrilled." I smile as he sets the food down.

"I ordered from the place you liked the last time. We should eat before it gets cold." His face has that almost routinary smile he always has on, his eyes covered by his blindfold...

I would say he is actually celebrating if it wasn't for the fact he isn't looking me in the eye. He must be nervous too.  I get why; It's not just killing them and it's over. Their deathwill be a new start, an unknown state in the jujutsu society. Still, I didn't expect him to do this. All of this, the set table with my favorite food. Him wearing his blindfold just confirms to me the fact he must be feeling more than what he portrays. My eyes fall to his form. I have been trying to deny it, the fact I feel myself wanting to get closer to him. I walk past him, sitting down like it doesn't make me ache.

"Thank you." I'll miss this so much. "It all looks really good."

The food really does seem amazing. I serve some food on his plate as he sits down next to me. We eat, repeating the plan we have for tomorrow.

"Is it all clear? I won't let you see him until I confirm he can't speak." He nudges my hand with his.

I am absent-minded.

"It is clear... I'm sorry, I just." I breathe in deeply. "I think I'm tired." I stand up, picking up the now empty plates.

"You can leave them for tomorrow," he whispers.

I feel bad. I know he is trying to cheer me up, but ever since everything that will go down tomorrow settled in my head, I can't help it, the weight of everything is crushing my ability to interact with him in the way he was probably expecting for tonight.

"We have a lot to do tomorrow. I'll clean them up. You already did so much for me..." I place them down on the sink and start scrubbing them.

His hand appears from behind me, shutting the faucet off.

"We can still clean them tomorrow. If you want, go take a shower. I'll finish them up."

I don't really have the energy to argue. I don't feel like I have energy for anything; I am so tired. I nod as I walk to the bathroom. As always, the towels are set on the bed; it really always gives me a bittersweet feeling to see them there. I take clothes from the drawer Satoru emptied for me, I take them all out, placing all of them in my bag, they have no reason to stay here after all.

Time went by too fast.

I go to the shower, taking my time under the hot water.

I am not sure why I feel so drained of all thought. I wish I could pinpoint the source of my...