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Gojo first noticed something was off with you a week or so ago. Instead of your usual movie night, you opted to go to bed. This was by no means strange, but it was unexpected. He let it go, thinking you needed more sleep. You had been working quite hard, after all.
But, then you turned down the idea of going to get ice cream with him. You never turned down ice cream. He tried to ask you about it, but you said it was nothing, you just weren’t in the mood for ice cream. He had wanted to inquire further but your tone and expression made him bite his tongue.
He began to notice your hair becoming a little messier than usual but decided not to comment on it because of your exhausted expression. He was worried now.
When he tried to get you to go out or spar with him, you replied with “I’m too tired, sorry” or “I’m not feeling it today”. He had heard those words before.
Gojo started to worry more. Your attitude, your body language, your home, it was similar to that of his late best friend. Never in a million years did he think he would be comparing you to Geto, yet, here he was, in his own home, comparing the two of you.
How could he fix this? How could he make you feel better? Especially when he couldn’t even save the man who had basically been his brother?
Were you going to lock yourself away? Forever? Would you leave him?
He was frantic now, quickly calling you despite the ungodly hour. When you answered, he asked to come over. You said yes.
He quickly arrived at your house. You answered the door, clearly still half asleep.
“Are you okay? You know you can tell me anything, right?”
“Satoru… what are you on about…?”
He let himself in, sitting you on the couch and then sitting next to you, noticing how your house was in disarray.
“You just seem… down lately.”
He watched as you deflated slightly, curling into a ball.
“It’s… nothing…” you mumbled into your blankets.
Gojo reached over and took your hand in his. “Please talk to me, I’m here for you.”
With that, you burst into tears, hiccuping and blubbering incoherent words into your blankets.
Gojo was startled, to say the least, but quickly held you against himself, stroking your hair and staying silent until your breathing evened out. He stayed quiet; he wanted you to speak on your own terms.
“I don’t know what’s wrong.” You start, sitting back. “I’ve just been… down… it's hard to get out of bed…”
Gojo nodded solemnly. “That’s okay,” he murmurs, “It’ll be okay.”
You sniffled, looking up at him. “How? I try so hard and it doesn’t get any better.”
He hated how you sounded so defeated, so exhausted, so… done.
“We'll get through it together,” he promised.
Here is an old piece, since we haven't posted in such a long time.
Alternate ending
Gojo first noticed something was off with you a week or so ago. Instead of your usual movie night, you opted to go to bed. This was by no means strange, but it was unexpected. He let it go, thinking you needed more sleep. You had been working quite hard, after all.
But, then you turned down the idea of going to get ice cream with him. You never turned down ice cream. He tried to ask you about it, but you said it was nothing, you just weren’t in the mood for ice cream. He had wanted to inquire further but your tone and expression made him bite his tongue.
He began to notice your hair becoming a little messier than usual but decided not to comment on it because of your exhausted expression. He was worried now.
When he tried to get you to go out or spar with him, you replied with “I’m too tired, sorry” or “I’m not feeling it today”. He had heard those words before.
Gojo started to worry more. Your attitude, your body language, your home, it was similar to that of his late best friend. Never in a million years did he think he would be comparing you to Geto, yet, here he was, in his own home, comparing the two of you.
How could he fix this? How could he make you feel better? Especially when he couldn’t even save the man who had basically been his brother?
Were you going to lock yourself away? Forever? Would you leave him?
He was frantic now, quickly calling you despite the ungodly hour. When you answered, he asked to come over. You said yes.
He quickly arrived at your house. You answered the door, clearly still half asleep.
“Are you okay? You know you can tell me anything, right?”
“Satoru… what are you on about…?”
He let himself in, sitting you on the couch and then sitting next to you, noticing how your house was in disarray.
“You just seem… down lately.”
He watched as your face scrunched in discomfort, your mouth opening to dismiss his word with the excuse he had heard a thousand times.
“No, please don’t say you’re tired. I’ve seen this before… my best friend…”
Gojo trailed off but you knew what he was saying. Despite this, you wrapped your arms defensively around yourself.
“I’m fine.”
You stood up, heading to the door. “Please leave.”
Gojo felt distress begin to fill him.
“No, no, please don’t shut me out, I want to help,” he tried desperately.
“Get out, Gojo.”