𓁹 卂几|爪乇 ❦︎ ㄖ几乇丂卄ㄖㄒ丂 𓁹

Satoru Gojo ♤Angst♤ "Liar"

Y/n gazes over the steering wheel of their car at the sunset playing on the horizon. An unsettling, nauseous feeling in the pit of their stomach as the car slowly approaches the driveway.

'Satoru..' was all their brain could think of.

They approach the house they bought with Satoru and glance over at an, all too familiar, car outside. "Shoko.." y/n uttered to themself, the uneasy feeling deepening.

Y/n slowly pulls into the driveway, the gravel crackling under the car's tires. Y/n feels their heart pound as they throw the car in park and turn the keys. They take the keys out of the ignition and unbuckle their seat belt, a deep sigh escaping their lips.

"Maybe I'm just overthinking.." y/n utters before exiting the car. They grab their stuff before heading towards the front door of the house.

Y/n's hand trembles as they reached for the doorknob, "please.. don't let it be true."

They finally grab the doorknob and open it quietly, heart pounding in their chest. Their eyes widen in shock at the sight of shoes and jackets messily thrown across the floor. They look towards the bedroom, the smell of cigarettes and alcohol wafting through the air.

Y/n's breath hitches as they drop their stuff to the ground, leaving the front door open. Their legs begin racing towards the bedroom, almost on autopilot. Their body is trembling, heart-pounding, and mind racing.

"Satoru?-" y/n calls out for him, opening the bedroom door. Y/n's jaw drops open and their eyes widen in utter shock at the horrific scene in front of them. 

'Satoru, on top of Shoko. His lips grazing her skin.. lovingly, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.. his hands.. he's never touched me like that..' they thought to themselves.

"Shit, y/n-" Satoru calls out for them.

Y/n slams the door shut, pure anger and distain coursing through their veins. Their eyes fill with hot tears as they turn away from the bedroom. The tears stream down their cheeks as they walk towards their scattered stuff on the floor.

Y/n began cleaning up the stuff as they glance over at the two pairs of shoes and two coats on the new rug; y/n and Gojo just bought that two days prior.

The emotions circle through their head; anger, frustration, confusion, distain, and hatred. Y/n's mind stops for a moment as they hear the bedroom door fly open. Satoru comes storming out, his hair disheveled, and a blanket wrapped around his waist.

"Y/n please, I can explain." Satoru says, taking long strides towards y/n's frame. "Honey, baby doll, please listen to me," he manages to slur out between panting breaths.

Y/n feels a wave of disgust flow through their body, knowing the panting was because of his prior acts with Shoko. "Satoru, please don't talk to me like that. Your actions speak louder than your drunken words," y/n says, never gazing his way. They continue picking up the scattered files they had dropped earlier.

He's taken back by y/n's words, "I," he cuts himself off and sighs before running a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, y/n... truly I am.." he utters, guilt lacing his tone.

Y/n pauses before glancing over at him, for a moment, they almost fell for his small apology and tantalizing blue eyes. The images of him caressing Shoko in ways he's never touched y/n replays in their mind, bringing them back to the reality of the situation.

"You're such a fucking liar Satoru." Y/n's anger seething through their tone. "If you were sorry, why did you do it? If you were sorry, why did you even think about her? If you were sorry, why her and not me?" The pain crackles through their voice. "You claimed to want to build a life with me but just when things started to get better, you went back. Get her out of our house so I can get my shit." Y/n's genuine hurt intertwined with their words, piercing Gojo's heart.