Blue Spring

-Repulsive Fragrance-

"Geto Suguru is it?" 

Well then let's text him, Gojo thought. 

[Geto Suguru (Owner New Home)] 

Hi, this is Gojo Satoru I presume my friend must have contacted you regarding my requirement of a place to live in. The rent for the first year has been paid off,  please forward me the details of your residence so I can come by as soon as possible. 

Is this normal enough? I don't know how to text a stranger but whatever it should be fine. Gojo kept his phone aside to get some wine but then he heard his phone ring. 

Hm? A text? Did he respond already? 

[Geto Suguru (Owner New Home)] 

Hi, yes I have received the payment, you can come by tomorrow at whatever time is convenient for you at XXXXX. Thank You. 

That's close from here, well that's great. So finally, a new life begins? I need to buy new clothes or I would look like a creep without any luggage. Oh well, I will go in the morning. I can't buy too expensive stuff or it would seem out of place and also my budget is going to be limited as well. 

Well let's think about this in the morning, I better sleep.

Gojo had thought he could be free from the insufferable sleepless nights he had suffered from ever since he was a kid, he could manage to sleep when he tired himself to the brink of unconsciousness. The reason for his insomnia was not one but many, those grotesque figures that appeared repeatedly in his nightmares, the voices of his mother, his own fears came rushing in when he even slightly closed his eyes. 

Today he went to sleep with the mentality that he would finally at least get decent sleep but today was worse than ever before, Gojo woke up trembling and panting in the middle of the night, sweat dripping from his forehead, tears forming in his eyes, he had witnessed something he never wanted to recall ever again, his left hand kept shaking he tried to suppress the shaking by pressing it so tightly with his right hand that it would leave bruising in the morning. 

Gojo's rapid breathing and the darkness of the room only accelerated his anxiety, he tried getting up from his bed to turn on the lights only to find himself kneeling because his legs gave up on him, it wasn't until 30 minutes had passed that Gojo regained his sanity and with the support of the walls he could turn on the lights. 

He again fell to his knees, what the hell was happening with him? he rested his head in his hands hiding his face as if people were watching him and would mock his weakness. He buried his face deeper that his tears would sink into his robe, he remained in this position until it was morning. 

When the room slightly brightened, Gojo undid his posture and finally managed to get up. He went straight to the bathroom and turned on the shower, it didn't matter to him whether the water was burning hot or freezing cold, he just wanted to cancel out the voices in his head and his vision, he stood under the shower for god knows how long. 

He abruptly turned off the shower and undressed himself and changed into new clothes, he wore a loosely fitted zipped grey hoodie paired with grey joggers and wore Stan Smiths. His silky white locks half covered his azure eyes which lacked luster due to his lack of sleep, the dark circles were quite visible on his sculpted face . He slammed the closet door, grabbed his phone and left the bedroom. 

The Housekeepers were well awake and were performing their duties. 

"Good Morning Young Master." Gojo knew he won't return to this villa again, but this place belonged to him now, and with his limited budget he couldn't think of keeping this many housekeepers, Gojo was a pragmatic and blunt man, he didn't sugarcoat his words, he was praised and demeaned for this quality,