𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑫𝒓𝒖𝒈 / 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐

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•[Tell Us, Now]•

Everything was going great the past week. Gojo stayed at Jujutsu Tech with no problems at all. He would always buy food for them like usual and would always take pictures for the memories. Not on Sabrina's phone though. Photos would be taken between Megumi, Itaodri and Nobora's phone. Then he'd ask for them to forward it to his new number.

They'd always ask him why he didn't want to take the photos from his phone and his response would always be.

"Hashtag no storage." With a sly grin.

Little did the crew know that he was hitting his high every day. It all started from Monday.

Before he started his high week journey Gojo pondering about injecting himself with something Blake gave to him. And here's how that went.

Saturday:
Night of getting the drugs

Gojo did not go back to the apartment in fear that Y/N would be there. And if she's there, that means she'll sure to give him a lecture, or even worse...stop him. So he went to his house. A house in which he hadn't been in since he left it and a house he just waltzed in because the door was unlocked.

Having forgotten his light was off and flipped the switch to get light, he only complained. Going past that rememberance Gojo turned on the flashlight on his phone and set the bag on the kitchen counter.

He unzipped the package and stared at the five syringes. He knew it was too good to be true. Not only that it came from Blake of all people. Blake!

"Come on Gojo get your fucking head in the game. It's just drugs." He exhales.

In the end, after twenty minutes of a sweaty contemplation, he didn't cave in. But that doesn't mean he went to bed.

Sunday:
The Acceptance

Morning came and Gojo had not slept at all. He was pacing around most of the night trying to get his head straight and if he didn't sooner he'd be deep into a withdrawal.

He's sitting on the couch chair, still pondering. His eyes are red, his throat dry and he's sweating.

Gojo stared at it for a while and went to reach for one but stopped. "Fuck!" Gojo hit his head a few times, spit flying from his mouth. He wiped his mouth and cleared his throat. Gojo began bouncing his foot rapidly.

Gojo wiped his sweaty forehead and picked one up with shaky hands.

He swallows spit, and picks one up with shaky hands. He stared at it, but a sudden rush of paranoia hit him.

"Just do it. It's that easy. You never hesitated then, why hesitate now?" A voice said. And just like that Gojo began hallucinating.

"Because he'll kill me." He answers, still staring at the drug.

"Worry about it later, just take it. Ease your stress." The voice echoes around him.

Gojo felt sweat drop from his face and onto his hand. "But I can't." But he wants to, he needs to.

"Of course you can. You already have your arm prepared." Gojo glanced down at his upper arm. Tied around his arm is a shoe lace he found, and it's been there for twenty minutes now.

"So do it."

The voice tickled his brain. Going into his left ear and coming out from the right. Gojo began sweating even more.