𝑀𝓎 𝒮𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓇 | Gojo SatoruxOC

𝟦 - 𝐸𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

I tapped my finger impatiently on the table, my foot tapping up and down under it. My head was propped up by my hand on the armrest. My parents were in front of me, yelling, or rather, my dad was. 

He slammed his palm on the table, causing the vase to wobble slightly, "YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO THIS FAMILY. I WOULD THROW YOU OUT IF IT WEREN'T FOR YOUR USELESS MOTHER WHO CAN'T EVEN GIVE BIRTH."

I didn't even acknowledge him; my thoughts wandered to one person... Gojo Satoru.

 That guy always manages to impress me. 

I was snapped out of my thoughts when my mother grabbed my father's arm, stopping him from charging at me. 

He slapped her, sending her crashing into the cabinet behind her, and she fell to the floor, tears in her eyes.

 I'll kill him...

I immediately stood up and ran to her, "Mother!"

I knelt beside her, cradling her head against my chest. I turned to him, hatred burning in my eyes. My thoughts darkened. 

He scoffed, "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

I was about to stand up and attack him when my mother suddenly grabbed my arm. I looked at her in shock. 

She shook her head, crying.

 I bit my lip.

 Should I listen to my heart or my head? 

I glanced at my father again, my fists clenched. My mother's grip tightened. I took a deep breath, exhaled, stood up, and walked to him.

 As I passed by, I whispered in his ear, "If you ever do that again, I'll kill you myself."

 He said nothing, and I stormed off to my room in anger. 

I shouldn't have listened to my mom...

To add to my frustration, Kiyosaka was there. He was leaning against the wall by my door. I narrowed my eyes, opened the door, and slammed it shut. My father must have ordered him to keep an eye on me. 

I looked at myself in the mirror. My lips trembled as a tear rolled down my cheek. I pitied myself. Finally, in the privacy of my four walls, I could cry. I threw myself on the bed, curled up, and tugged at my hair while sobbing helplessly. 

How pathetic...

The next day, I woke up in bed. My face ached slightly from all the salty tears, and I could tell my eyes were probably swollen. I went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. I sighed, dried my face, and had no desire to change clothes. I opened the window, climbed out, and jumped down quietly on the other side. 

It must have been around 10 AM. 

I saw Shoko with a cigarette in her mouth, waving at me. I waved back with a smile. We met up.

 I looked at the ground, "I haven't seen you in a while."

 She took a drag, "You hardly ever come out." 

I can't...

I sighed and snatched her cigarette, taking a puff myself. 

She looked at me in surprise, "Your father—" 

I snapped, "I don't care!" 

She raised her hands defensively. 

It was my first time smoking a cigarette. I took a drag and immediately started coughing. 

She laughed. 

I patted my chest.

Suddenly, someone took the cigarette from my hand, and I looked up in surprise. 

Gojo? 

He had his eye mask on and let the cigarette fall to the ground, stamping it out. 

"That's not for you," he said, his voice firm but also warning.

 I looked at him, puzzled. "Huh? Are you trying to play the father role?" 

He put his hands in his pockets, sighed, and simply walked away. 

Shoko and I exchanged glances. 

I was annoyed. "What was that all about?"

 She shrugged.

"That's not for you..." What did he mean by that? 

Just because he helped me yesterday doesn't mean he can interfere. 

I hissed, and Shoko gave me a brief hug before checking her watch. 

"My patient is here, I have to go!"

 I blew her a kiss in the air. 

Now, I was standing there alone... 

I sighed. 

My life is so boring, and suddenly, I remembered yesterday, and the anger resurfaced.

 I was weak and shouldn't have listened to my mother...

I looked up at the sky in desperation.

 If only I were the strongest like him... 

I whimpered briefly and then straightened up.

 I looked at the time and realized I should head back to my room before Kiyosaka noticed.

I quickly made my way back, climbed up, and just as I landed in my room, the door swung open. He walked in. 

I glared at him "Are you serious? Barging into a girl's room without knocking??"

He gave me a dumbfounded look "Are you deaf? I knocked but didn't get a response."

I scoffed. "No response is also a response."

He looked at me, irritated, before slamming the door shut.

Jerk. He looked so good, but his damn personality!

 His dark black hair slicked back, always dressed in black, a strong jawline, and hazel eyes.

 Looking at him, you'd never guess his true nature, but appearances can be deceiving.