Lovesick || Yandere!Gojo x Reader x Yandere!Geto

16. A mean guy

"So you're telling me . . . I've gotta kill a ten year old."

Shiu nearly smashed his head into a table. "No. She's fourteen. How many times do I have to go through this?"

"You don't. I told you to stop twenty minutes ago. I don't understand while you're still jabbering on." Toji sipped on the beer in front of him. "Seriously though. Do you think I'm mental?"

The man sighed, "No Toji. I don't. But you said it yourself. Money's tight-"

"And I'm not going around to kill ten year olds."

Shiu's eyebrow twitched, "For fucks sake! She's not ten!"

"What's the actual difference?" Toji's eyes narrowed, "Ten or fourteen. Four years is nothing. This kid still sounds like a baby. So what the hell! Think about it - four years ago neither of us could drink." Toji gestured to the bottle in front of him, "And now we can."

" . . . Okay I see your point."

"You're slow but you got there."

"Ouch Zenin." Shiu flinched, "Words hurt man."

"So does my ego when you suggest stupid things like you just did."

"Okay fine fine. We're going to drop that mission. I'll call the guy back and tell him it's a no go." Shiu reached for his phone before feeling someone grab his arm. "Zenin! What the hell?"

Toji shook his head. "No. Don't call the fucker back. If he hires someone else, then the job gets done."

"Oh my god . . . you actually want to save the kid."

Toji merely smiled. "Word it however you like. Call the guy back. Tell him I'll head out tomorrow."

-♡-

Toji smoothed a hand over his hair. The cold night air had blown it wildly - and now in his small apartment bathroom, he took a good look at himself.

The fluorescent light flickered above him, casting sharp shadows on his face. He hadn't bothered with much more than a cursory wash since he got back, and his reflection showed a face lined with fatigue and frustration. The short black hair he styled meticulously each morning was now a disheveled mess. He could barely recognize himself.

He took a deep breath and leaned closer to the mirror, examining the dark circles under his eyes. The thought of facing a young girl, no matter how much older she was than he initially believed, weighed heavily on him. He had never been one for sentimental missions, but this one felt different. There was a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach that he couldn't quite shake.

Who the hell wanted to dispose of a fourteen year old?

The question echoed in Toji's mind, relentless and heavy. Who indeed? It wasn't just a job anymore; it was a troubling mystery that gnawed at the edges of his hardened exterior. He pulled a hand through his disheveled hair, trying to brush away the mess.

The room was quiet, save for the occasional hum of the refrigerator and the distant sounds of the city filtering through the thin walls. He leaned against the sink, staring at his reflection with a mix of irritation and confusion. The flickering light did little to comfort him; it only seemed to highlight the deep lines forming on his face, lines that spoke of too many nights like this one.

Toji sighed and turned his gaze to the small counter where a few odds and ends were scattered - a stack of old mail, a half-empty bottle of whiskey, and a photograph peeking out from under some papers. He picked up the photo, brushing off the dust. It was a snapshot of a younger him and Shiu, their faces carefree and grinning.