Hard To Get

Who are you?!

"You ok?" Isabel asked as you stare into your plate of food. You quickly snap out of your thoughts and feel bad. "I'm sorry. It's stupid. How are you?" You ask trying your hardest to focus on your friend who was still hurting. "Girl you are always there for me. If something is going on please tell me." She grabs your hand and that small form of affection made you hold back a sob. "I don't know. It's probably me being selfish." You mutter pulling back your hand and picking at your food. "I know he has a stressful job but he usually talks to me about it." You bite your cheek feeling so pathetic.

It had been a few months since you all had returned from your trip. Everything was amazing, he had took your advice and started going to a councilor. He would return and you would always discuss what was said. He often joked he preferred to speak to you than a stranger. You would joke back about pay. You had mostly moved in with him. The lease in your current place was coming up soon and he talked you into just staying with him. "Are we doing this?" You laughed when he brought it up. "I mean if you want to..." he blushed and it made you laugh harder. "Of course." You often still find yourself blushing at the memory of what you all did after you agreed. It was the most intimate you had ever been with any man. A night of discovery and passion that still made you shiver. But these past few weeks have been off. When you brought up his sessions he said he was to busy. When you asked to talk about it he shut down. He barely recognized your existence.

"What do you mean? You selfish? Please!" Isabel laughed and you shrugged. "It's fucking frustrating to see him like this. I want to help but he won't let me." You feel your hands clench up. "Reach out to Geto. That's his best friend right. Plus you guys are close. I won't be any help currently." Isabel says and you feel horrible again. "Isabel... I love you! You know that right." You say looking over to her. She smiles and runs over from her seat at the table and hugs you tightly. "Of course I do!!!" She shouts and you all choose to avoid any more discussions about relationships for the rest of the night.

You wave at Geto who had saved you a spot at a local bar. He smiles at you and pats the chair beside him, a drink already waiting. His dark eyes always looking you over, you had gotten used to the intensity of his glance. "What up?!" You say loudly smacking his shoulder and he laughs. "Just living. It's rare to get an invite to hang out alone with you. Had to jump on it." He playfully messes up your hair and you scold him smiling. "To be fair I had ulterior motives. And I apologize for that." You pick up the glass and moan at the smooth burn. "I figured. I see a bit of gloom and doom in your eyes." He smiles gently and you gasp. "Me?! Never!" You say trying to keep the mood light. "What did he do?" You feel his posture change when he asked. "Well... I figure it's just me being lame. But..." you bite your lip, you swirl your glass, and stare at the ice cubes. "But..." he nudged you with his elbow. "Ugh... has Gojo talked to you at all recently like the past couple weeks? He just seems like a stranger to me right now." You finally spit out what you have been wanting to ask and Geto gets quiet. "Honestly no. He has kind of been avoiding me. He knows that I can read him like a book so that may have something to do with it." Geto finally answers and your heart sinks a bit. Not talking to his best friend, this makes your instincts flare up. "Huh..." you say calling for the bartender to serve you another glass. "I'll try and reach out to him. I've been busy myself so don't worry to much. I don't like that look on your face." Geto says and you know he is trying to make you feel better. But that sinking feeling still haunts you. "Right... your right...." You frown as the bartender returns. "I'm being silly." You try and smile but you know you couldn't fool him. He grabs your hand and squeezes it softly. You look up at him and nod. The rest of the night Geto attempted to distract you from your dark thoughts. Occasionally succeeding but once you said your goodbyes it all came rushing back.

You sigh when you reach the pent house door and enter. Gojo was sitting on the couch a dark look on his face as he typed on his phone. When he sees you walk in he sets it down. "Where were you?" He mumbles and you shiver at the slight tone of malice. "Ooo I was just out fucking around on you." You snap and regret it when he gets up and yanks you by the collar of your shirt. "Don't fuck with me today." He growls at you and you scoff. "Let me go Gojo." You say gently but his grip only tightens. "You smell like a bar. What the fuck were you doing?" He shouts at you again and you are in shock. His rage has never been directed at you so you literally can not move. Your brain runs through so many thoughts you can't utter a word. He glares daggers at you, dragging you by your shirt and tossing you on the coach roughly. "I was out with Geto. I have been worried about you. You won't talk to me!!" You scream when he pins you down. At the mention of his best friend you see he loses any ability to focus on your words. "Did you fuck him?!" He snarls, he looked like a mad dog. You whine when his hands push down on your shoulders harshly. "No you asshole!!" You shout back still in shock. He kisses you aggressively and you feel disgusted. You feel yourself attempting to push him off of you but it only causes him to push you down harder, biting your lip to open your mouth to him. Flight or fight instinct shoots through you. You bite down on his tongue and he shouts in pain. Giving you the opportunity to push him away. "Y/N!" He snaps and you feel your arm move on its own, smacking him across the face. "Who are you?!?!" You shout feeling yourself start to sob. Watching your reaction he goes still beside you. You watch from the corner of your eye as he drags his hand over his face. You turn away from him grabbing your knees and resting your head on them. You were at a loss for words. This was not your Gojo. Something is going on. You try your hardest not to let him see you crying. But you felt so overwhelmed. You feel a soft touch on your shoulder but you shrink away from it. "Who are you?" You whisper between rigged breaths. "Shit!!" You hear him shout to himself as he holds back tears of his own. You hear him take in a deep breath. "I'm going to give you some space. I fucked up. I know I did. I'm sorry. I'll pick you up from work tomorrow and we will talk I promise." That soft voice you recognize and you unfold and turn to him. You stare at him for a bit and you watch as he relaxes. "Please talk to me." You sound so pathetic it makes you cringe and he scoops you up into a hug. "I will! I promise!" He cries against you and you rub his back. You both let each other go and he heads to the bedroom to pack up for the night. "I'll stay at a hotel. I'm so sorry." He whisper running his hand through your hair and you nod. He kisses your forehead and walks out the door. What is going on?!