Crystal eyes

Why so close?

The days are turning into weeks and weeks are turning into months ever since Yuji came to his new school. He enjoys everyone there especially Gojo. Everything about his is so amazing to Yuji he just can't help himself by wanting to talk to him more. Now it's the end of fall. It's time to welcome winter with open arms. The trees that were once a dark green turned into an array of different colors. Oranges, Yellow, and Reds filled the trees and the ground like a blanket covering the earth. The air even seems different. It got lighter since it wasn't as hot outside. You know what that means. Time to buy new clothes to handle the harsh winters that this county gives. 

Megumi and Megumi sat inside of the story that Nobara begged them to go to. They wouldn't have to go if they did their own shopping but since they didn't Nobara dragged them along. Megumi ground and moaned throughout the whole time wishing he could go home. Meanwhile Yuji who was trying to make it last as long as possible doesn't want to go home. Even though Megumi doesn't have a father doesn't mean that his life isn't good. He has a wondeful mother who takes care of him and his sister that loves them dearly. Couldn't be said for Yuji. Yeah he has his dad but he is barely home since he works two jobs. What makes it worse is his new step mom, Kenjaku. She stays at home "watching over" the kids. Even though all she does is yell and make everyone stay in their rooms so she doesn't see them. She doesn't buy new clothes, help with homework, and she doesn't even help make dinner. Most of the time Choso has to bring home bland instant ramen that was going to be thrown away at his gas station job. 

"Hey let's go to the grocery store and get some food? I bet I can make Geto pay for us if we annoy him long enough." Yuji snickered as he held onto the big bags of multiple clothes Nobara bought for herself. He sighed as he looked at his one bag of the cheapest clothes there.

"Nuh. Shoko and I are going to get our hair done." Nobara smiled as she took her bags from Yuji's hands, and skipped down the street to her neighbor. Yuji looked back at Megumi for an answer but when he turned his head he was gone. As if he just vanished into thin air. Yuji sighed as he looked down at his one bag. He slowly started to walk through the city just to find something free to do. He passed by the groups of people filled with love. Some were with their friends and partners. Other people have their families with them as they shop. Yuji was truly jealous of them. Why can't he have what they got? Is it so much to ask for an 'I love you' from your mom. 

As he was strolling around Tokyo before landing himself in the middle of the park. Yuji looked around at the trees and the flowers trying to take his mind off of things until he saw something familiar. A man that looked like a giant compared to everyone else had white snowy hair. He also had thick glasses covering up his eyes. The man next to him was just as tall with a man bun holding up his long black hair. The white hair man had his right arm wrapped around the man with a man bun. A blind stick was laying up against the bench that they were both sitting on. It's Gojo and Geto. Yuji was about to run up to them before stopping mid tracks.

"Why are they here by themselves? It almost looks like they are on a..." Yuji whispered to himself as he watched in disbelief from his friends. He hid behind a tree watching as they talked to each other. He couldn't hear what they were seeing but knew it had to be something romantic from how Gojos face turns pink. Geto seemed to laugh as he wrapped his arm around Gojo rubbing his back. Gojo leans on Geto shoulders as they are looked at the lake. His eyes started to get watery with his face turning bright red. The normal rhythm of his heart started to go faster the more he watched. His normal longs felt all of a sudden tight which made it hard to breathe. 

"What's going on with me? It's not like I even like him. He's just my friend. I should be supportive." Yuji said as he started to run off. Trying his best not to make a sound or to be seen crying. He looked down not trying to make eye contact with anyone. He ran all the way back to his beat up house and into his junky room. He sat in the corner of his room with his knees against his face as he put his hoodie over his head to cover himself.