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"Am I naïve to think that he could be the love of my life?"
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"You're gonna be just fine, yeah? I'm here..." Gojo spoke from next to me on the hospital bed.
It was just the two of us, and I was completely fine.
Like, really: better than ever.
"Satoru, I'm fine. Don't stress about it." We were waiting on a doctor to check up on me, and hopefully tell me I was free to go. "And besides, that cursed technique did nothing but make me a little tired." I fixed my eyes on the ceiling.
Don't worry.
I haven't forgotten.
Following our joint confession, it was almost like it never happened. We went back to our assistant manager in silence. We sat in silence. We came back to the school in silence.
That was it.
Not a single word was spoken of our confession.
Between the two of us, a confession never even happened.
But still, I couldn't help but feel as though a million butterflies had been unleashed into my stomach.
I felt elated. I felt on cloud nine. I felt like a school girl. I sure as hell felt like I was around Suguru again- but why would I ever admit that to myself.
"Right. We should probably write a report..." Satoru rushed to grab a clipboard.
I raised a brow.
"Since when have you ever not forgotten about reports?" I teased, a smirk creeping onto my face.
"Since it concerned you..." Satoru whispered whilst quickly filling in the form, and I just about heard him.
I hummed, leaning back.
'Should I ask? Should I risk making this room awkward as hell?'
I inhaled sharply.
Fuck it.
"Satoru?" I hardly turned to the male as he hummed, glancing up from the clipboard.
I felt my face heat up aa I kept my gaze in front of me.
"Did you...mean what you said earlier? When you said you loved me? Because...I did." I managed to blurt with my eyes closed shut.
