Forget Me Not ( Gojo Satoru x reader)

1. Snow

"Do I know you?", The man asked with a husky voice.

His eyes caught the woman's attention. After all these years, the woman has just noticed the color of his eyes, maybe because his eyes were closed last time.

She thought: 'Blue, like the ocean, the sea where you can drown.'

Just after that thought, she pressed her fist to her forehead and whispered to herself: 'This isn't the time for nonsense.'

"It doesn't matter if you know me or not"; the woman raised her head and looked at her watch.

She didn't have more than half an hour to kill him. Meanwhile, the man shrugged and turned his head back to the drink.

She looked behind her and at the entrance. Something in her heart was telling her that she wouldn't finish the job.

The woman sighed deeply, moved towards the table, took the man's drink, and knocked it on the table. He jumped up but was too drunk to react. She bent down and took his chin with her hand, and looked at his face.

He shook his head slightly. The smell of alcohol could suffocate her.

But what caught the woman's attention was the burden of responsibility and grief that the man had borne, and the weight of it was evident on his face. 'Maybe death was his way out. No way! Don't be stupid; he must live long enough to experience happiness.'

After paying the man's bill, the woman straightened her back, took him by the armpits, and lifted him. The man looked at her. She felt familiar, but his mind was too dizzy to remember. He said while hiccupping: "Even though-I'm-staying-at Nanamiiiin's house right now--- but weee can-go to a hotel room-or--maybe your house-or just behind-this baaar or bathrooms...", before he could finish his sentence, she squeezed his arm tightly, while whispering "Dumbass" under her lips and dragging him to the door.

Outside the bar, the woman looked at her watch again. "Shitttt." Then, as she hurriedly looked around, her eyes caught the street 300 meters away from where they were standing, and a thought came to her mind.

Even though the man was heavy, she bent down again and started walking him down the street.

After about 20 minutes, they reached the end of the road. She sat him on the bench and squatted in front of him. She got into the man's pocket and, as she tried to put the man's glasses on his half-closed eyes, she noticed a tear falling on his cheeks.

She blinked, wiped away the tear with the back of her hand, and put the man's glasses on his eyes.

'His face is still very obvious, and he can be easily found with this shit mass of white stupid hair.' The woman got up, took off her hat, and put it on his head.

Then she looked at the strange face of the man, "This looks better," she said with satisfaction. The man trembled for a moment and noticed her hair from the corner of his eye. The wind caressed her hair gently, but unfortunately, he was too wasted to pay more attention.

Then she walked down the street and waved to the taxis. After a cab stopped, she opened the back door and put the man in the back seat. Then she turned to the driver, and after explaining the address of the man's friend to the driver, she put her hand in her pocket and handed the driver all her money.

"Is it enough?" The woman asked hesitantly. The driver nodded with round eyes. "it's more than enough."

"For your troubles," she mustered a fake smile.

Then she looked at the back seat. The man had fallen asleep a long time ago. She sighed, closed the taxi door, and stood aside.

This was their second encounter.

The taxi started moving, and the woman headed back to the bar. Curse users have long been at the forefront of the bar, and they were shocked that Satoru Gojo's lifeless body was not there. One of them turned to the woman angrily: "So Y/N, where the hell is he? What happened?"

"He escaped" was the only answer the woman gave after putting her hands in her pockets. She wrapped her scarf around her neck and walked away.

A/N: Helllllllo everyone

This chapter is written by listening to the song 'once upon a time' by Evgeny Grinko. His songs are my inspiration.

I try to update the story every few days, but it will be difficult because, on weekdays, I have to work 8 hours, then cook, rest, play games and force my husband to read my fan fiction about another two-dimensional man. . Yes, the author-chan is also a bossy bitch :))))

A/N2: The bar in the story and Satoru Gojo: