𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 (𝓖𝓸𝓳𝓸 𝔁 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻)

.｡*♡ Desperation .｡*♡

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Gojo and y/n watched the students leave, though part of y/n wished they stayed. Things felt weird and stifled. Awkward.

"What have-" Satoru cleared his throat, interrupting the deafening silence- "What have you been up to?"

"We just saw each other, so not much," she answered, trying out a laugh. It felt forced. Part of her wished he hadn't said a thing at all.

He seemed to not have a reply to this, so y/n twirled her hand in the air, trying to come up with something and restore their typical energy.

"Well, let's see. Jiro grabbed me some lunch, I cleaned half of the kiln room. Same old commissions. Promise has approved so that's... that's good."

Her e/c gaze traveled from his blindfolded eyes to his lips, which had slightly turned downwards. It seemed as if he entire disposition had wilted. He always seemed to act this way when it came to this, she couldn't keep skirting around it.

"What?" y/n asked softly.

Gojo looked away and fiddled with his collar, his jaw clenched. He caught sight of the covered sculpture, tucked behind various projects. It looked like it had not been touched for weeks. Months.

"Isn't that- it is!" He exclaimed with an odd energy. He walked over to the covered figure, peering around it.

"It's that sculpture he always talks about. She probably doesn't want to finish it because she's uninterested in him, that's it."

Y/n felt her stomach twist in a weird fashion. The energy in the room had shifted into something unameable, almost sickening.

"Doesn't look too bad for being unfinished ay? Not that I would ever expect your work to look bad."

He gave her a look of hopefulness that made y/n feel even sicker.

"I mean, if a guy was trailing around me, I'd be pretty turned off... he just hasn't taken the hint yet."

"You could give it a quick fix up and hey, maybe even submit it to the exhibition," he said, growing more excited- if that was the correct word to describe his distressed nature. "It looks beautiful already so it wouldn't need much. Maybe we could tidy it up together."

"Shades-"

"-I can't see much of it beneath the sheet. If I just-" he pulled the cloth away to reveal the half done creation.

"Smart girl, honestly. He's got quite the past on him, hasn't he? She's better off staying away."

"Stop it, Shades," y/n said, her tone rising.

His eyes searched the figure, trying to make due with it. His words had grown strained and frantic.

It doesn't matter how many times he swore he would change. Everyone thought the same of him. A liar. A cheat. A jerk.

They always would.

Gojo wasn't thinking clearly. He was desperate for a sign of his definition of... what he wanted them to be. To prove Shoko and the others wrong. To prove everyone wrong. He wasn't thinking of y/n, of his promise to wait. His buried immaturity swept over him like a tidal wave of hurt.

"It's not the greatest... but maybe you don't have to leave it here, unfinished, waiting for something-"

He turned to look at her, voice breaking halfway. "Anything-"