UNFAMILIAR SOMEONE ; GOJO SATORU
synopsis : what if gojo was unsealed, only to find out that instead of who shouldāve been him, there was someone else protecting you?
- an ally? a companion? a friend you made in the midst of the all destruction? isnāt that romantic.
- he saw how the unfamiliar was shielding your body, from him ā did they really believe that of everyone, gojo would hurt you? had you not told them he was your lover?
- an unsettling feeling of betrayal swirled unwelcomed in his stomach. he didnāt like it.
- it was testing the trust he had in you, and a part of him was convinced of the worst.
- the slightest tug at the corner of his lip escalated to almost tears ā he was so relieved to see you after what felt like years apart, and yet there was this unfamiliar someone, whom you were choosing to stay behind.
- gojo peeked at you for a split second with eager, heartbroken blues, before biting the inside of his cheek and blinking away the thick hot droplets beginning to blur his vision.
- even after an explanation, assuring and reassuring that he was still the same gojo, the unfamiliar someone seemed wary. and you didnāt question their suspicions.
- he tried telling himself youāre just worried, processing his return still, but those affirmations were starting to have question marks laid above them with each time you spoke to the unfamiliar someone and not gojo.
- you hadnāt really checked up on him, just asking how he was, then joining the unfamiliar someone again. it was quite contrary to the numerous concerns he had regarding your well-being and safety.
- when he approached you for a conversation and the unfamiliar someone grabbed your arm, shaking their head disapprovingly, he nearly lost it.
- āwhatās the matter? i only want to talk to the person i love.ā
- āsorry, they donāt reciprocate.ā
- if he didnāt have better self-restraint, he might very potentially have thrown his hollow purple at the unfamiliar someone.
- āsay, love, can i talk to you?ā
- ā..sugarplum, please? can i?ā
- thereās a brief pause as awkward tension looms in the air, and his hands sweat, just a little, at the speck of doubtā
- ālisten, gojo, i need some time to think.ā
- then, his world shatters.
- you didnāt call him baby, you didnāt call him by his first name. nothing ā there was no sign of affection for him.
- his horrible thoughts are suddenly confirmed, and he has no idea how to react. he wants to hold your hand in his, speak out a response, cry, but his body seems to be failing him.
- so, he silently nods, hiding his teary eyes behind his unkept hair, and without a word turning to head to a nearby empty room. this time, he didnāt bother overhearing what the unfamiliar someone had to say to you, as much as he wanted to.
- the slam of the door is somehow feeble ā he has no energy. hasnāt he suffered enough? god stripped him of everything, everyone, could he not at least be selfish with you?
- the only saint who had kept him from insanity whilst he was trapped in the damned prison realm was you ā or rather, memories of you.
- āwhat about me? i still fucking love you.ā