365 days | Satoru Gojo x OC

Day Seventeen

ׂ╰┈➤ 17th september

Her hand trembles as she brings a slice of toast to her dry mouth, not even opening it to take a bite as she watches Gojo cautiously. He passes his uneaten slice to her, "Thanks for eating with me this morning, but I've got to go to work now."

All she can do is nod, letting her own slice of toast drop onto the one he just placed on her plate. Pulling on his coat, he slips out of the front door, leaving her alone in silence again.

What the fuck was that? Is he mad at her or not?

If he was mad at her, surely he wouldn't have passed her his toast. Let alone text her at five in the morning asking if she wanted to eat breakfast with him. But if he wasn't mad at her, then why on earth would he have shoulder-barged her and not made a joke out of the smashed bulb like usual? God! This Gojo guy is like a yo-yo with how his emotions go up and down so easily.

And it's not like she can ask someone with an unbiased opinion on what they think about this god-awfully tricky situation.

Komiki would've known what to do. She would've been quick to give Natsuki an answer to all of her questions. She would've held Natsuki's hands and told her something like, "It's not your problem if that boy wants to act like a boy and confuse you! You just have to realize that you made a mistake, which everyone does." She would've smiled while telling her that, laughing while imitating punching Gojo.

But no. She's dead.

Was that a mistake that everyone does as well, Komiki?

Was you getting killed because I was too scared to fight a special-grade curse a silly fucking mistake? Or was it me being childish and selfish?

Maybe if I had listened to you and come with you like you calmly asked me to, I could've saved you. I could've exorcised that monster, Komiki. I could've.

But no. I let you die. I let you go.

And although I wasn't with you when you were attacked, you still chose my arms to die in. You chose my arms to lay in as your guts spilled out of your side, a mess of organs splattered against both of our stomachs.

I was a coward, and you expected me to be strong.

How could we both be so stupid?

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