𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖞 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊 | 𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 |

Chapter 15 | Conversation

With the lingering emotions of yesterdays confrontation, you head into work, mentally and emotionally exhausted. Still, working at a time like this always takes your mind off of difficult decisions, even if it's just for a couple of hours.

You heave a sigh of relief to see that Megumi is already working. He's never one to arrive a couple minutes past clock-in time. The moment you tie your apron around your waist, you notice that the restaurant is amidst the early dinner rush.

You get to work right away, greeting your tables kindly and retrieving waters for them. Megumi, as sweet as ever, nudges you on the shoulder and asks if you'd like a hand with any of your tables. He only has three, with one of them on the verge of leaving, while you still have four. Two of them, freshly sat.

Responsibly, you take his offer, knowing that you'll start to feel overworked as soon as the orders start to pour in. He offers you a smile and rushes to one of the tables to take their order. This routine was simple and fun clockwork for a hardworking pair like the two of you.

You always see a different side to Megumi's normal keep-to-himself personality whenever he's working alongside you. Your shoulders relax now that a little weight's been lifted off of your shoulders.

Your table calls for you, waving you over. You head to them, taking out your notepad and scribbling down the dishes as fast as you can as they list their platters one by one. You head to the kitchen, handing the chefs the order sheet and take your time punching it into the system.

Once you head back out to the dining area, you see Megumi staring at the entrance of the restaurant with his arms firmly crossed over each other.

"You okay?" You ask him with a tilted head.

"You wanna take him?" Megumi asks you, directing an unbreaking glare at the man standing at the door.

You scrunch your eyebrows and look up to see Gojo tapping at the glass door trying to get your attention. You scoff and roll your eyes, thinking for a moment.

"Yeah, I got it." You reply with a long sigh.

Gojo barely steps foot into the restaurant before you rush towards him, grabbing him by the arm and tugging him back outside.

"Leave." You demand with a flat tone, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Wha? I just came to talk to you." Gojo pleads, nearly stumbling over his foot as you stand your ground across from him.

"So you come to ambush me at work?" You ask, your voice raising and your eyes narrowing into cynical slits; you're tired of his games.

"I just need to talk to you." He says, taking a step closer towards you.

"I'm gonna call Choso." You threaten, almost instinctively relying on him. Obviously a part of you is only playing at him, hoping that he'll simply just leave.

"What, you're little guard dog?" Gojo scoffs with a shake of his head. "Y/N, I know you were only using him- putting on this cute little act to get a reaction out of me. Yet, you keep shoving me away even though you got exactly what you wanted!"

"I didn't know you were sleeping around on the nights that you would come to see me!" You yell at him, uncrossing your arms and balling your hands into fists. He turns around, placing his hand on his forehead with the other hand on his hip, pacing away from you.

"I didn't know we were in a fucking relationship!" He exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air and quickly turning back towards you.

"We're not." You remark, looking away from him. You bite your tongue, tears welling in your eyes as a sudden realization settles in your mind. This is the conversation.

All the nights that the two of you spent clubbing together were several little steps leading towards a relationship that would never exist. Yet, all that time you clung to a little glimpse that was nothing short of a simple fantasy. Even if Gojo liked you now, he just wasn't meant for you.

You look back at Gojo to see him still pacing back and forth, huffing with every step. Suddenly, he stops in place and meets your eyes, stepping in front of you and pushing you out from the vision of the customers without laying a single finger on you.

You stumble as you run out of space, your back hitting the wall behind you. Still, he's breathing heavily as he towers over your, pulsing with frustration.

Silence falls on the two of you, he looks you dead in the eyes. You could see a thousand thoughts racing through his mind. In one swift motion, he places his hand at the side of your head, pressing against the brick wall as his lips collide with yours. Enveloping you into a desperate kiss.

For a moment you start to give in. It's Gojo's lips that are locked with yours, yet images of Choso flash through your mind.

You place your hand on his chest and push him off of you, immediately avoiding his gaze.

"I can't like you, Satoru." You mutter, looking down at the ground as hot tears stream down your face. "I don't."

Gojo still leans over you, his head down and his hand on the wall curls into a fist. Within the tense silence, you start to hear Gojo chuckling quietly under his breath, he slowly starts to nod his head.

"So," He whispers, "He is the reason then."

Your eyes flick towards him as he steps back giving you space and standing himself up straight. Without giving you another glance, he turns on his heel and slides his hands into his pockets.

"I'll see you around, Y/N."

As he turns down the corner of the sidewalk you exhale a long breath, leaning back against the wall and hugging your arms to your chest.

Maybe, future you will regret not taking the chance as it was given to you. Though you are filled with sadness of having to let go of him as your friend, the you that you are right now, doesn't feel a single ounce of regret.