Happy Anniversary, I guess.
Summary: Gojo promised he would be there.
Author's note: Im not good w angst looooll sorry if its bad... please remember english isnt my first language!! this is really short because i really dont know how to write angst sorry :(
Warning: angst, hurt/no comfort
Gojo had been gone for almost two weeks because of back-to-back missions. Every call you guys made always ended up with, "I'll make it up to you when I get back." Every canceled date came with him promising to make it up to you. You always believed him every time because ... C'mon, he was Gojo. He always looked so exhausted after every mission, and it was hard to stay mad at someone who spent every day risking his life.
So, when he promised he wouldn't miss their anniversary, you actually let yourself get extremely excited.
For the first time in months, you took the day off. You cleaned the apartment, ordered his favorite dessert, and even wore the outfit Gojo once mentioned looked amazing on you. You spent the afternoon checking the time every few minutes, smiling everytime your phone lit up.
The first message came around noon.
You send those messages between 12 and 2 PM.
Six o'clock came. Then seven. Then the food started to get cold; you started to reheat it. Eight o'clock came. Nothing. No reply. Nine. Ten.
You decided to open Instagram just to distract yourself.
The very first post was from Gojo itself.