right here [ I. TOGE ]

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i was his bestfriend. of course i knew his daughter."

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it was sort of uneventful. inumaki went to the infirmary, and you were currently on your way there to check on him. of course, after you had went to the arcade with todo, and itadori. you ended up getting sidetracked and didn't come back to the school until later that night. after you, and itadori had dropped todo off back at his school, you two headed back.

"y/n..are you aware of how strong you are?"

it was a sudden question that threw you a curve ball. you stared at itadori for a few seconds before snorting. you didn't really consider yourself to be strong, but since it was coming from your best friend, you figured you should humor him. "i was taught basic self defense when i was a kid. my instincts just kicked in that's all." you dismissed it, and itadori figured to not bring it up anymore. but the way your hair was turning white the more you fought hanami was concerning, even if you didn't know it yet.

when you both arrived at the school, you made your way to your own room, which happened to be next to your distant cousin. his door was opened, so you figured you'd shut it to give him some more privacy. so, making your way over to it, you saw that inside, your cousin was talking to himself loud and clear.

"and if I'm not good enough? what if i'm not strong enough? he said to make sure she's okay, right? why would i lie and say that i'm able to-"

click.

you shut the door. you don't know who he was talking to, or what made him sound so worried, or frustrated. in all actuality, you've never heard your cousin sound so angry before. though, he sounded like he was more angry at himself than anything. though, there you stood in front of his bedroom door, your eyebrows knitted together, and a deep frown on your face. it didn't occur to you to actually walk away before yuuta opened the door. which he does open the door. he stared at your figure, and pales after doing so.

"uh..how much..did that did you actually hear, y/n?" he chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

you stare up at him with a tilt of your head. you were gonna try to play dumb. "i didn't hear nada! actually, i saw your door was open and figured you'd want it shut? so i went to shut it. why?" you asked, trying to brush it off, though yuuta didn't buy it. would he act like he did though? yes, yes he most definitely would. "that's good then! i'm sorry for bothering you. i'm also sorry if im..scaring you?" his tone came off questioningly. not even he was sure of what he was trying to say, and it showed in all honesty.

you shake your head quickly. you wanted to try your best to dismiss the thought of you being scared of him out of his head. though, he didn't seem to believe you when you said you didn't hear anything. you weren't exactly a good liar, but you were with certain things. but lying to your cousin seems to be the only thing that seemed to effect you.

"o-oh, okay..sorry to bother you, i'm just a bit iffy? if that makes sense? does that make sense to you?" he asked, worry evident in his tone. you let out out a sigh, grabbing your cousins' hand and giving it a gentle squeeze of reassurance. "it makes perfect sense to me! now go to bed, and stop worrying about me, why are you even up so late?" you asked suddenly, puffing out your cheeks in a small pout before narrowing your eyes at yuuta, who chuckled a bit. "i got assigned another mission for the week. i might not be back until later next month, maybe? it depends on how quick i can get it done, y'know?" he smiles softly, giving your hands a squeeze back before he pulled his own away. you frowned a bit, not happy about him leaving again for the third time this month. you haven't spent any time with him since you've met him. you know who he is, but he's always busy. it's frustrating.

yuuta is like a cinnamon roll in your opinion.

he was sweet, opinionated, honest, straightforward, and wise. though he didn't try to be. it was like a natural thing that came to him. it wasn't hard for him to be so open with you, but it felt like he was pulling away from you on purpose almost.

"y'know..you can talk to me right?" you asked, clearly worried about him.

"i..don't think i can talk to you about this though.."

you raised an eyebrow, and just as you opened your mouth to say something. utahime is walking down the hallway. she's walking besides ieri, who's smoking as always. she smiles when her eyes lands on you, and you tilted your head, clearly confused. "oh! y/n, why are you out so late? did your dad have you doing extra training?" ieri asked, smiling softly towards you, and utahime simply stares. "you're supposed to be in your own dorm, in your own bed. now-" utahime gets cut off by the other woman, who sighed, "they're teens. can you not be such a killjoy? after all, she's gojos kid, and y/m/n kid." ieri states, which catches your attention since your moms name was mentioned now.

"you knew her mother?"

"of course i knew her mother! i met her a few times before!! did you forget about me, gojo, and geto being best friends?" ieri laughs, snorting a bit before she took another drag from her cigarette. "y/n was such a cute baby!" she exclaims, clearly proud as utahime, yuuta, and yourself stared at her bewildered. it took you by surprise even more because, you don't even recognize ieri. yes, your dad has mentioned her countless times, but you can't recall every meeting her.

"oh? i spoke too much. sorry. i suppose utahime is right, you guys should head to sleep, we'll go and do the same, hm?"

before you could say anything, the two women left both you, and yuuta alone. "ah, well..good night, y/n! sleep well?" he smiles slightly, giving a small wave, and you couldn't help but give him a smile back, "night! good luck on your mission!!" you say before skipping onward to your own dorm room. you were in a bit of a hurry, your heart was racing, and you couldn't help but think that something bad was about to happen.

just..how much does ieri know about your mother? does she know why she up, and left your dad?

you wanted answers, and you were gonna get them. one way, or a another.

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