Don't Let Go, I Need You

~18~

Nervous jitters ran throughout my body. I promised Megumi that I was going to reconnect with my family. I didn't contact them about my arrival because I wanted to surprise them. I really needed to apologize to them as well. I know I hurt them.

BEEP BEEP

The timer went off on the stove as I ran over, slipping on heat resistant mittens and took out a tray of chocolate chip cookies. I baked them sweets to top off my apology. I know they will forgive me, but I feel like I should be doing more for their forgiveness. My words weren't simply enough so cookies shall do too.

The fresh baked aroma filled the student longue as my favorite uncle came running into the room.

"Well if it isn't my lovely niece—"

I had to run before Gojo could chase after me. I didn't want him to snatch and eat my dessert that I made for my relatives. Gojo can learn how to make it himself since he's perfect at everything, which means he can bake but he chooses not to.

"Byeeee!" I dashed out with my tupperware in my arm like a football player running to win the game until Gojo cheated by using his fast ability to appear in front of me. "Hey!" I yelled in dismay, as he extended his arms and legs out like those teachers who claim the bell doesn't dismiss you, they do.

I hugged my tupperware tightly in my arms, feeling it's warmth radiating against the plastic to my shirt.

"Kanaaaaaaa! Can't I at least have one?" Gojo whined, pleading with his long jaw touching the ground.

"No," I shook my head as I backed away from him. I will literally jump out the window if Gojo doesn't stop acting like a kid. He can't trap me for long or else I'm calling back up. "Make your own. You're a grown adult. I thought you're good at everything."

"But Kanaaaaaaa!"

We had a small dispute over cookies until he finally accepted my hard headed nature of saying no to everything. He tried to bribe me, make up scenarios where I owned him things, or make himself a victim of Megumi's abuse. There's so many reasons why I don't understand Gojo, and it's his erratic personality.

"Before you go, can you wake up Yuji?"

"Why me? Why not anyone else but me? You know I'm leaving right now." I wouldn't mind waking Itadori up, however, I have plans so I'd prefer if someone else did it.

Gojo just smiled without giving me a proper answer. "Just 'cause. Tell him to find me." Then he left like that with his hands behind his head, whistling away.

Nonetheless I did what Gojo asked of me. Being a few minutes late from the specific time I wanted to leave school grounds wasn't gonna kill me.

Knock knock knock

After knocking on his door, I called out to him behind his wooden barrier between his room and the hallway. "Itadori... Itadori... Sensei is waiting for you."

I received silence and I knew it's because he's sleeping. As I sighed, I tried knocking and calling his name louder. Perhaps Itadori's just a heavy sleeper. I'm a light sleeper who gets easily awakened from the small sound. It really sucks because it's hard for me to go back to sleep.

Again, I received no answer so I opened the door, sticking my head in first. My eyes scanned the room to see Itadori's body in his bed under his blanket. My feet moved on its own as I tried to be as quiet as I could to his direction. Half of me didn't want to disturb him because maybe he had a long day yesterday while the other half just wanted to go see my relatives this instant.

When I stood right next to his bed frame, my hands gripped around his upper arm and lightly shook him side to side. "Itadori—" Another voice immediately cut me from my attempts of waking Itadori up.