Geto Suguru x Reader x Gojo Satoru

Silent Comfort

I woke up and reluctantly got out of bed. Once I felt my feet touch the floor, I wanted nothing more than to return to my bed. I passed a nearby mirror and paused.

Slowly retracing my steps, I looked into the mirror and realized I looked as awful as I felt. My eyes were puffy, and you could see a hint of red in them from how much I had been crying last night. Not to mention the redness under my eyes. My hair felt like a mess which I now realized that it actually was.

I cringe as l remember last nights events. The fact that I came home and immediately fell to the floor from the fact that I was tired and hurt. I had grumbled about how rude he was being, I had cried from how I didn't give him the chance to explain himself. I had ordered takeout and tried my best not to cry while I was stuffing my face. Then I cried once again only to fall asleep from how tired I was which I haven't done in a while.

As I think back I remember the feeling of deep regret I had once I had arrived home. Gojo kept talking about the most random things, making small talk which I appreciated for the most part but after a while I had hoped he'd bring up the kiss. After a while had passed, a part of me felt as if he wanted to brush over it. As if he wanted to forget it even happened. By the time I had finished my ice cream, I didn't want to be there any longer. By the time I had realized he'd attended the after party I felt like crying and running away for thinking he might actually want a relationship with me.

I guess even with all those feelings swirling around, the only feeling that stood out was guilt. I still wanted to give him a chance. A chance to explain himself. A chance for him to explain he wasn't completely ready but he still wanted to give it a try. But at the same time, my pride couldn't stand that. I left before he could give an excuse, an explanation because I didn't want to lose any of my dignity. As soon as I got home the feeling of preserving my dignity left and I wanted nothing more than to return to him.

Maybe I should've been the one to bring up the kiss.

I sigh once again, feeling a pang hit my heart as I remember all the recent emotions I had experienced. I look at the clock and realize I must have fell asleep early considering how it was now seven am on a weekend. I need to get out today. I can't afford to be cramped with my thoughts, especially alone.

I've gotten into the routine of not getting any coffee over the weekends, at least for the past 2 weeks I have which I consider an improvement. Although I've gotten into that routine, it was only because the weekends weren't stressful, and I was allowed to relax then. However, now I desperately need it.

Not to mention that there's nothing wrong with seeing a handsome face this early in the morning. I could definitely use it. But obviously the coffee is the whole reason I'm going.

I look in the mirror once again wondering what I should wear. Something casual since I don't feel like dressing up especially since I don't want to stay out too long, maybe pass for coffee, go watch a movie, pass by a bookstore, eat. All things that could distract me effectively, I think. Although I don't want to dress lazily either. I can just put on sweatpants and a sweatshirt, do something with my hair so it doesn't seem too lazy.

I snap my fingers in agreement with myself. Deciding to let my eyes rest for a little, I put on a cold spoon onto them. A feeling of relief helps the puffy eyes clearly visible in the mirror. I put on the outfit, feeling confident that I made the best decision. I looked and realized I felt a little better after getting out of my pajamas.

I head out the building and manage to catch one of the buses before they leave. I smile as I head near my workplace knowing I'm not going there to actually work. I feel a grin pop up on my face just knowing I don't have to deal with any paperwork or yelling. I see my building and get off, walking the opposite side over to the cafe. I walk in and see one of the usual employees.