Chapter 3: F = ma
Out now <3
"You couldn’t imagine the Gojo Satoru actually going out and searching for you - it must’ve been something he’d said to scare you. And the worst part of it all was that you didn’t even know why you cared so much, nor why you felt such compulsion to tell him your side of the story getting caught up with work- though that might mean you’d have to tell him a few white lies to not expose your secret association…
You were just disappointed in yourself for making the mistake. You were disappointed that you’d slipped up.
All before the last man you wanted to see you fail—and as the taxi turns into the infamous, densely-packed Shibuya Crossing, you’re seeing the very man you were thinking about.
In the middle of the zebra-striped crossing. White hair stark. Pale hands even paler.
At the foot of a crumpled Mercedes-Maybach Exelero with pervasive heating, smushed in from its elegant face with glass scattered like night stars. "
