Satoru arrives late in the evening, once again dissatisfied with the overly tidy appearance of his "home." There's nothing out of place, no clothes strewn about, or crooked photos to line the wall. A shell, husk, for him to exist in before leaving for the outside world again. His room at Tokyo High never looked like this. It was warm and lived in, most especially after Kaede began to stay—but it's best not to think about Kaede at all when he's alone like this.
His phone ringing in his pocket pulls him from his thoughts, an unknown number. Ignore. Missions will come from the same few numbers they always do, probably spam or some distant relative trying to bug him for money.
Satoru lets himself fall into his couch, expensive sure, but not used often enough for the cushions to sink. He thinks to watch a movie, maybe take a nap, something to let the hours go by until he's needed again, but he does exactly what he'd told himself not to. "I wonder what she's doing right now." "Graduation just happened, didn't it?" "Should I call to congratulate her? Text?"
The phone rings again, the same unknown number. He lets it pass. "I wonder if she's going to pay for hire." "It doesn't seem very like her." The same number tries to call again. "Leave a message if it's that important," Satoru groans, letting his head fall back against the couch, neck craned up towards the ceiling. "Maybe I could bother Nanami to find out how she's doing." The phone rings once again, and this time Satoru, patience lost, answers, "Hey! Stop calling me, you have the wrong—"
"I assume you already know where our main facility is." Satoru turns to stone in his seat. How long had it been since he'd heard that voice? "She's waiting for you at the front doors." The call ends before he can get a word in, before Satoru can get past his heart beating out of his chest.
Satoru throws his head forward into his palms, tugging at the roots of his hair. "Idiot," he scolds himself. He'd given up the world in an effort to break the ties these people held to him, the restraints that kept him from truly being the strongest. And yet, every time they step back into his life, he finds himself exactly where they had left him. Even during the get-together a couple weeks ago, "Why did I run to check up on her?" "Why did I pay attention to nothing other than her movements, her voice?"
"Why am I so weak?"
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Koi No Yokan (gojo x oc)
Fanfictie𝗸𝗼𝗶 𝗻𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝗸𝗮𝗻 (恋の予感) (n.) lit. "𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦"; the sense one can have upon first meeting another person that the two of them are going to fall in love. This differs from the idea of "love at first sight" in that it d...
