𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳!
「After years of heartache, you thought you were done with Gojo Satoru-the man who shattered your trust. But now, fate forces you to work with him again. Gojo hasn't changed, and despite your defenses, he's rele...
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You sat in the cold room.
How... how did this all happen...?
Your thumbs fidgeted with each other. Your eyes puffy and red.
"Y/N." You heard your name from behind you, you turned around, Shoko stood there.
"Nobara was just brought in..." your eyes widened.
What..?
A FEW HOURS AGO
You stormed after Gojo, your voice trembling with urgency.
"You're not really going, are you!?"
Gojo turned to face you, his expression calm, though the weight of the situation hung heavily between you and him.
"I have to."
Your hand shot out, grabbing his wrist. You were desperate, trying to hold him back, your heart aching with the fear of what lied ahead.
Gojo's calmness only intensified your worry. His gaze was steady, his face unreadable—not angry, but resigned.
"Don't go, please!" You protested, your grip tightening on his wrist as if you could anchor him there.
Gojo stared down at you with a gentle firmness.
"They're calling me. I can't just ignore that, Y/N."
Then let me go with you!" You pleaded.
But Gojo shook his head, his voice soft but resolute, "you're staying here. I already spoke with Yaga, and he's fine with it."
Your eyes flared with frustration.
"I can handle myself, Satoru!"
"I don't care if you can!" His voice sharpened, the mask of calm cracking for just a moment. "I don't know what I'd do if you get hurt and I'm not there to protect you."
Your glare softened, your gaze falling to the ground. You took a breath, trying to steady yourself..
"You're fighting, my friends are fighting, my students are fighting... and you expect me to stay here? How can I...?"
Gojo gently lifted your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. His thumb brushed softly against your skin, his voice now tender.
"Please... stay here."
You bit your lip, torn between your sense of duty and your love for him. "I can't..." Your voice broke.
Gojo stared at you for a long moment, as if memorizing every feature of your face, as if this might be the last time he would see you like this. His eyes softened, a hint of sorrow flashing behind his usual confidence.
"Please... be careful."
His voice was barely above a whisper.
You stood on your tiptoes, your lips trembling as you reached up to kiss him. He met you halfway, your kiss lingering as if you were both afraid to let go.
