𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 » gojo satoru.

WHIRLING DILEMMA.

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟴,, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗺𝗮.

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𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗚𝗚𝗟𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗙𝗢𝗖𝗨𝗦.

Your words from earlier that morning haunted Gojo tremendously. He wouldn't think of anything but what you had said.  

"5 more days, hm?"

What did you mean by that, and what was it about? Was it something he should be concerned about? 

They were a mere four words, yet they had such an enormous effect on him. Usually, he had the habit of not giving two flying fucks about generally anything, but this had caused Gojo to go over the edge.

As the strongest sorcerer, exorcising curses that popped up around was no hard task. He never put effort into destroying the curses, exorcising them in the absolutely quickest way possible, even if it was messy.

However, today, he was on edge. 

Curses exploded around Gojo, their remains loitering around him as blood splattered, staining once dull gray stones a dark hue that wouldn't usually be the normal color of blood.  

He wondered if you were doing okay with your hangover. 

As a naturally lazy and laid back individual, Gojo usually didn't put much effort into finishing his missions quickly, yet, today, he had a destination in mind after completing his current mission. 

It was almost laughable how you, someone who had entered his life mere days ago, was capable of denting his hard exterior. 

As the last of the curses in the building fizzled away to nothing, Gojo let the veil he had set up slither down. 

Usually, when he was done with his mission, Gojo would spend a bit of time shopping, whether it be for food or clothes. Yet, today, he wasted absolutely zero time in teleporting back to Jujutsu Tech. 

Gojo first went to back to his room, immediately noting your absence and the lack of water in the cup he'd left for you.

Almost immediately, Gojo's heartbeat rose, and he went elsewhere in a blink of an eye. 

He startled quite a few colleagues as he popped into the staff's living room. A woman in a kimono with a scar over her nose gave him a withering glare, yet Gojo made no move to acknowledge it. 

Usually, he would retort. 

Gojo's usual confident aura that oozed from every pore in his body was gone, replaced by his uncorked power to protect.

Gojo went to the training rooms, the yard, hell, even the dorms of the current students and the bathrooms and even Masamichi's building. 

You weren't there. 

Almost in a state of confusion and panic, Gojo went to the last place he could think of in the entire compound; Yoshinobu's office. if that man found you before he could introduce you and explain-

Once Gojo appeared in the room, what lay in front of his eyes shocked him.

You and Yoshinobu said on mats, a short table in front of the two of you, and sipped on tea while conversing pleasantly. 

Upon his arrival, you had jolted from the familiar power that entered the room. Peering over your shoulder, you were met with the sight of Gojo standing by the door, said door closed.

You hadn't even heard the door open. 

"Care to sit down, Satoru?" offered Yoshinobu, and swept a hand slowly towards the third mat at the opposite side of the table that you hadn't even noticed. "We were just talking about you."

Gojo walked over stiffly, and sat down with one knee propped up. He looked pointily at Yoshinobu, almost as if to question what he wished to discuss without words.

You, on the other hand, was staring intently in Gojo's direction, and feeling as he stuffed his power back inside slowly and placed the cork on top once more. 

You were unable to stop your next words from coming out, for some reason. 

"I knew you were strong," you tilted your head. "But what i didn't know was that you were the strongest."

Gojo cringed. He didn't like the title very much at that point in time. If he was the strongest, yet still unable to protect those whom he cared for, who was he to deserve that title?

Instead of voicing those thoughts out loud, Gojo gritted his teeth and took your arm, gently, to ensure he didn't bruise it. 

"Let's go," he muttered, and you had to once more question his current mentality.

The overwhelming sorrow was back once more. While it had disappeared for a while, it had come back, stronger than ever.

But what shocked you this time was the fact that there was not solely sorrow.

Gojo was angry, frustration, at himself. There was always that slight difference in being angry at someone else, and bring angry at oneself. And you'd always been able to tell.

Choosing not to voice this out loud, you stood up and allowed Gojo to adjust his grip on your forearm. 

"Where are we going?" you asked, and felt Gojo's anger calm. Just the slightest. Like the calm before a storm.

"Anywhere but her."

And with that, the two of you were gone, leaving the room empty side from Yoshinobu, who had gears whirring in his brain as he murmured. 

"Interesting."

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