𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖞 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊 | 𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 |

Chapter 1 | The Neighbor

It's been a week since you'd last seen Gojo. And a week since you shared that drunken kiss at the club. The two of you had been texting back and forth every now and then, but his texts seem to be dry today. 

A thought bothers your brain. What are the chances he's caught on to your feelings. Not in a way that he reciprocates them, but in a way that they've scared him away. 

You shake away the thought and put your phone away. Can't get caught with your nose in text messages near the end of a dinner rush. 

Megumi catches sight of you deep in thought. He comes over to you with a glass of water in his hand and nudges your shoulder. 

"Not thinking about him, are you?" He asks knowingly with a raised eyebrow. You turn your head and look at him and then look away quickly, avoiding his question.

Already knowing the answer, he rolls his eyes and clicks his on his teeth. 

"What do you even see in him?" He presses on. "And how do you not see that he's got a couple screws loose??"

You sigh at him and step back, distracting yourself with side work. "I'm not talking about this right now, Megumi." 

"But you're thinking about it, though." He calls you out without relent. 

"Don't you have a table you should be waiting on?" You retort at him, refusing to meet his gaze. 

"No, actually. My tables have been cashed out. Once they leave, I'm out of here." He explains while crossing his arms. "Can't say the same for you. Looks like you'll be here until close."

His eyes scan your section of the room. He's not wrong, you still have two tables taking their time with their food. Both of them are couples, seemingly happy with each other. Their chatter fills your ears, causing you to reminisce about what happened last week. 

If only Gojo felt the same way. The loneliness wouldn't be gnawing at you every second. 

You feel Megumi's eyes still resting on you, observant as ever. His last table gets up, thanking him for the meal and heading out the door. You watch as he leaves your side to bus the table on his own. 

He approaches you again with uncrossed arms and an expression that appears somewhat sympathetic. 

"I really wish you'd get over him." He mutters with a heavy sigh. "He's no good for you." 

You exhale out of your nose and shake your head at him. So you've heard. Several times.

"Well," He clears his throat, changing the subject, "I'll be off then. Have a goodnight, Y/N." He bids a respectful farewell as he gathers his things and heads for the door. 

Right as the door closes behind him, you reach into your back pocket for your phone and check once more to see if a certain someone has finally sent you a message back. You sigh to see that your notifications remain empty. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see one of your tables waving you over. You check on them politely and offer them their check without coming off too pushy. They gladly accept and thank you for the meal before taking their leave. 

Lost in your thoughts, you begin to clean up your table. After bringing their dishes to the kitchen to clean, you come back to the dining area to see that your last table is nowhere to be seen. Neither of them are seated, you highly doubt that they've coincidentally gone to the bathroom at the same time. It wouldn't be the first time this has happened anyway. 

Fuckin' assholes.

You mutter under your breath, rushing to the table to clean it. As you wipe down the table, your phone in your back pocket buzzes, immediately taking your attention off of cleaning.