karaktärerna är lite aged up för fictional purposes inshallah
It's my right to be hellish
I still get jealous
'Cause you're too sexy, beautiful
And everybody wants a taste
That's why
I still get jealous
- Jealous, Nick Jonas
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I was sitting with the other teachers as we watched our students through the cameras for the school exchange event. I was sitting on the row right behind Satoru, me and Utahime were talking and just catching up. I wasn't actually a teacher but I was invited to things like this, just in case things were to stir up I was always present to end things quickly.
Me and Utahime were talking about our days and memories as teenagers. The conversation was fine until she brought up a topic that instantly closed up the air between everybody.
Me and Utahime were practically sisters during our teenage years but we drifted when I moved back to Osaka to spend some time with my family that I had lost when I was out and about in Tokyo. I missed my younger siblings and of course my parents who were growing older by the minute. Of course they're not old and raggedy but you never know until one day you blink and all of a sudden they're tied down to the house with barely no ability to tend for themselves.
I spent most of my days in Osaka when things were over at school but I went to Tokyo sometimes to hang out with friends I had up there, though I did everything in my power to avoid Jujutsu Tech. I didn't want to meet him anyways, I had had enough of him; or so I thought.
My eyes twitched at the topic Utahime had unawarely brought up, "Remember when you and Gojo would always sneak off during the days doing God knows what?" she giggled but immediately stopped when she looked back at me and saw me staring straight ahead into nothingness.
She then glanced at Satoru who was also staring ahead. Even though none of us had clear vision of his eyes, she had a clear vision of the stupid smirk that had creeped up on his face, "Y/n might not remember but I remember most of it" he said with a cocky tone and I rolled my eyes.
He turned around to look at me, "Shut up Gojo you know nothing" I spat and he chuckled, "So it's Gojo now? Didn't know you hated me that much~" he said.
I scoffed at him, "What- I- Okay first off, I never said I hated you and I remember everything very well. Thank you very much" I said, crossing my arms and huffing while I earned a giggle from Utahime.
Satoru exhaled in satisfaction, "So then I assume you remember May 16th?" he asked and I rolled my eyes.
I could deny his words but it was no use anyways. Ten years and he still knew me better than anyone ever has or will.
No matter what I did or said, no matter where I moved or who I met, Satoru Gojo would always have all the keys to the thousands of locks in my heart.
I didn't hate it. But I wish I did.
May 16th was exactly 2 months after we had broken up. But, just cause we were broken up it didn't mean we stopped talking. We had a pretty nasty argument the night that we broke up. I said some things I regret very deeply and he said things too. But we apologized, we were kinda mature for our age back then. So we worked out being friends pretty well.
We managed to act like we never dated in the first place for a good month. But then I formed a close relationship with an assistant at the library that I'd often spend time at. I drifted a bit from Satoru and for some reason he wouldn't take that loss one bit. In his eyes, as long as we kept contact I'd always be his. He wasn't wrong, deep down I'd always feel the need and longing for him. It wouldn't matter who I met, I'd look for him in everyone anyways.
