365 days | Satoru Gojo x OC

Day Eleven

ׂ╰┈➤ 11th september

Her eyes drag themselves to look up at Gojo, who sits at the table in front of her, snacking on toast, a broad smile on his face. She holds her fluttering eyes open by pulling the bottom half of her face down.

Any and all positive feelings she had felt yesterday had quickly melted away, replaced by annoyance.

He leans his chin on his hands, looking directly at her, his hair flopping about as he tilts his head from side to side, his crystal eyes practically glowing as they scan across her disheveled appearance, "You know, some people would find you—"

"Nope!" She sits up straight, wiggling both of her fingers dramatically as her eyebrows shoot up, stretching out her face, "No, no, no! Listen, Gojo. I genuinely BEG of you, please be quiet. I don't know if you're fucking a girl or building a ship in your room... but either way... you're being too loud. Like, I wouldn't usually complain so emotionally but—" She cuts herself off, leaning her arms, head, and upper body across the table in an exhausted bow, her finger just barely skimming his shirt, "Please, I'm so exhausted." Her mouth presses against the table, muffling her words.

He stares down at her in disbelief... fucking a girl. Oh god.

"Nat—Natsuki." He grabs her shoulders, forcing her into an upright position. "I—haha!" He chuckles as her eyes roll back and a small line of dribble appears on her chin just below her bottom lip. "I'll stop banging around, sorry." He suppresses another chuckle, burying his head into his own shoulder as his hands remain in a tight grip on Natsuki's shoulders, keeping her propped up.

"I will tell you this though—I am definitely not doing anything with anyone else." He chuckles again, his hands releasing her shoulders as she looks up at him suspiciously. "What on earth are you doing then?" He shakes his head, tilting it down slightly. "You should get back to bed, okay Natsuki?" He watches as she nods, barely registering what he says as she climbs to her feet, yawning loudly, "Right, night."

He leans sideways, watching as his previous good friend walks back to her room, her door not even closing behind her as she lays down on her bed. He approaches her room, grabbing the door frame as he peeks in.

Small snores escape her lips, her body already spread out in a starfish position, clutching her penguin teddy. He smiles down at her, remembering the penguin. His eyes scan around the room, the basic furniture he had also got is decorated with pictures of her and Komiki and other posters of bands. One sticks out to him as he approaches it.

The Lamp poster is plastered on the side of her wardrobe, surrounded by photobooth photos and train tickets. Lamp.

God, even the name of the band brings back fond memories to him. A couple of years ago, he had bought tickets for the girl and himself and they had spent the whole night dancing excitedly to the band's music at their concert. After, they had drunkenly managed to end up in the opposite end of the country, and he had spent about two hours sleeping in a park with her before Nanami had come and picked them up.

His smile fades as she stirs in bed.

If she were to wake up and see him in her room staring at that one particular poster, she wouldn't be eager to recall the night, giggling and hugging him—no. She would see him as a flatmate she didn't even meet two weeks ago. She would see an unfamiliar face, not the face of the only person who she found comfort in after their best friends' deaths.

He pulls off his glasses, glancing over to her unprotected.

"I'm sorry, Natty. I'm so, so sorry." His voice squeaks as he stares down at her with tear-filled eyes, his vision blurry, and yet, all he wants to do is look at her.

"I—I love..." His voice catches in his throat and his hands fly up to it. "Goodnight, Natty."

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