Is love a curse - Sukunaxreader / Gojoxreader

Can you mend a broken Heart

The sight of the lily sitting innocently on my desk frustrated me. Its lightweight, delicate petals seemed to mock me as I held the open card, contemplating whether I should crumple it. The card probably didn't cost more than 2.17 yen, and its sentimental value was so minimal that even a homeless person would not deem it worth trading for alcohol. Maybe. I found myself reading the message over and over again.

The card read:(F/N),"Cheer to moving on and meeting new people! I am excited to go out with you this Saturday.Connor Bennett x"

I fixated on the name on the card, my frustration bubbling up at Connor's nerves. The surge of anger intensified as I comprehended the audacity of Connor's actions. Despite (F/N) being my ex, I had explicitly made it clear that she was off-limits to him. My conscience echoed my thoughts, stating unequivocally that Connor should have known better than to pursue her, especially considering my strong stance on her remaining off-limits.She was going on a date with him on Saturday. I could change plans quickly and prevent this date from happening. The sound of a deep growl was building up inside me, and I could feel the urge to crush the card in my hands. But just as my rage reached its peak, a sudden interruption jolted me back to reality. "Nice flowers. Who are they for?" Megumi's voice echoed through my office doorway, snapping me out of my thoughts. I carefully and swiftly slid the gift card back into its envelope, making sure not to attract Megumi's growing curiosity. With a nonchalant and casual demeanor, I casually tossed it into the trash can, trying to convey the impression that it was just another piece of garbage. "Just a gift bound for the dump," I replied curtly, wanting to leave the matter at that.

"Gojo," Megumi grumbled, his frustration evident in his tone as he stepped into my office, "Why did you steal the flowers meant for her?" Surprised, I raised my eyebrow, wondering how Megumi knew about the flowers. "I don't know what you're talking about," I mused, pretending to shuffle the papers on my desk to avoid giving him any hints. Megumi stared at me, his expression unwavering. "I read the card," he admitted, his voice tinged with suspicion. I let out a sigh, leaning back in my seat. "If you already know the answers, why bother asking the question?" I chuckled at his growing impatience with my evasions.

The young man always maintained a calm and composed expression, making it challenging to discern his true feelings. However, the slight twitch in his brow and his reluctance to meet my gaze clearly indicated his growing irritation. "I noticed you also got her flowers," he observed, gesturing towards the drawer on my desk. Inside lay a beautiful arrangement of vibrant red roses accented with delicate white baby's breath, all elegantly bound together with a striking black ribbon. Megumi turned his gaze back to me and remarked, "I thought you said you had broken things off with (F/N)." Seated in the chair at 5'9 with raven-black hair, he leaned back with an air of authority, his fingers tightly intertwined, as if he were about to reprimand as if I were a 16-year-old lacking in maturity and emotional depth and without adult thoughts and opinions. I responded with a bright smile, donning my sunglasses and disregarding his question as though I hadn't heard it.

"Hey, have you decided what you want to do for your 16th birthday yet?" I asked, eagerly trying to spark a new conversation. Instead of a reply, I was met with a hard stare, crossed arms, and a subtle but evident hint of annoyance in the form of a half smile. "You can't just take the flowers her boyfriend gives her," came the assertive remark, and the mere mention of the word "boyfriend" instantly put me on edge. Feeling a surge of emotion, my jaw tensed, and I couldn't help but let go of my smile, leaning forward and intertwining my fingers in a display of frustration.