may flowers - gojo x reader

tokyo

Guys I'm so sorry it took so long for a new part lots of stuff happened 😬

This part is extra long (I hope) to make up for it please enjoy

Tokyo.

Ever changing, but always the same. The maze of buildings, skyscrapers that reach into the clouds, an organized jungle that never really gets old.

I missed it more than I realized.

Making it out of the airport was easy, unfortunately the hard part isn't too far away. The train ride to my hotel felt long, but I liked it. I loved it actually. The narrow, busy streets and the fluttering sakura petals make the perfect contrast.

I'm already forgetting why I left.

I pull my eyes away from the scene outside. Business, that's my priority.

The Tokyo air fills my lungs as I take the final step out of the train station, and soon after maneuvering through the big crowds I find my way to Shibuya crossing. My hotel isn't too far from here.

Walking through the packed crosswalk overloads my senses, a sea of dark hair and at least 15 different smells assaulting my nose.

This is Tokyo alright, it's good to be back.

Now, business is business, but I can still enjoy myself. The huge billboards adorning the buildings flash bright colours, mostly skincare and alcohol adds.

I find a little cafe that isn't bursting with people and order an iced matcha latte, my go to drink since everything else is impossible to pronounce.

I down it in record time. Now I have to make it to my hotel before I piss myself.

The hotel is narrow building in between a karaoke bar and another karaoke bar. It's pretty standard, tiny rooms and tatami floors. Outside the square window half covered by a bamboo plant is the view of outside. My room is against the back wall so my view is an alleyway. It's barely past 4 pm, the sun nearly starting to set.

I put my bag on the floor beside the futon and lean against the wall, gravity pulling me down to sit. I don't know if this was a mistake or not.

...I just can't help thinking maybe there was a reason for it all to happen so soon.

Then again maybe just tired and paranoid.

The futon is relatively comfortable, I'm not all that picky anyway.

I could have been given the comfiest bed in the world and I still wouldn't be able to fall asleep.

The view of the ceiling grew familiar very quickly, so I roll over onto my side.

The wall is equally as familiar.

I run a hand through my hair groggily and reach for my phone on the ground.

12:07

I sigh softly, of course. It's barely been an hour since I went to bed, but I can't get my brain to shut up.

I haven't fully acknowledged it, but I know the reason I can't sleep is because of him. He's always been in the back of my mind, I've just gotten used to ignoring the thoughts.

What am I so afraid of? I might not even see him tomorrow, it's the weekend and that guy sleeps in. I just have to get in and get out...

Hell he might not even recognize me, not that I've changed all that much, but ten years is a long time. He might not even remember me...