𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑺𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑾⇢ Gojo Satoru

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐈 - 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍

GOJO SATORU THREADED AROUND THE AREA CAREFULLY. His steps were completely silenced, the moss on the ground drowning any possible sound while the cover provided by the trees and the greenery helped conceal his tall frame. Satoru walked slowly, every sense alert and wide awake while his Six Eyes swept through the whole area, his view unencumbered by his usual sunglasses or the snug fabric of his blindfold.

There was violence on his eyes. The potent blue of the ocean enthralled in a dramatic storm, swimming in the perfect cerulean of his eyes. He kept it quiet, contained, but even now, miles away from her, he could still feel that soft pull that tethered them together. Could taste it on his tongue, the bittersweet reminder of their ever-broken relationship.

Their fight from the previous night didn't seem to make sense, just like the one before that. It was odd, the way Satoru felt after each argument, like he was being lit on fire and frozen to the core at the same time. The facets of them were interminable; the same fight, the same argument over and over again. Their tiny little cycle of hatred that had become so comfortable anything else felt alien or dangerous.

Mikazuki was danger, but so was he. They were meant for each other, built for the chaotic warmth of their embrace. Satoru could not thrive anywhere else. Only by her side. It was both a prison and a blessing. How could two people who despised each other so much also complement themselves so well?

They were two neutron stars, on the way to collapse. If it weren't so tragic it might have been beautiful.

The mere thought of it made him chuckle. Satoru laughed lightly; the sound drowned out by the cacophony of the forest while he continued his march. Truth to be told, it wasn't as funny as he thought it was, and what truly amused him was knowing just how similar Mikazuki was to her twin. The sorceress didn't even know it, but many of the arguments he'd had with her were the exact same he'd had with Keisuke.

Two sides of the same coin, mirroring each other without fully grasping the magnitude of it. It was on days like these that the Gojo heir truly missed his friend. He missed their long-winded arguments, their quiet walks and the constant teasing, but most of all, he simply missed him. He should have gotten used to that empty space in his heart by now, but the reality of it was still jarring enough to steal the breath out of his lungs.

There was a rustling of leaves and, before Gojo knew it, he was being pushed against the trunk, hands roaming over his body with wanton need while a soft set of lips pressed against his mouth. Satoru clamped his mouth shut in response, a hot flush invading his body while he fought the stranger currently assaulting him. The girl giggled, gently squeezing his ass before devouring his mouth once again. She was insatiable, a beast disguised as a somewhat familiar face.

Satoru gasped, a wet tongue forcing its way into his mouth while a firm yet familiar figure pressed itself against his torso. The person in front of him was familiar, but the feeling of wrongness continued to persist as he did his best to rid himself of the creature. Gojo tried to push her off, hands desperately grasping at the woman's shoulders until he finally managed to yank her away. The girl stumbled back slightly, a wicked smile on her lips before she looked up, beautiful brown doe eyes looking up at him with lust blazing inside. Satoru regained his breath, gasping for air before eventually recognizing the face of the person in front of him.

"What? Am I not to your liking?" Zenin Eshima asked, cheeks flushed red from the encounter. "Am I not doing a good job to please you, Gojo-senpai?"

Satoru remained frozen in place, back pressed against the trunk of the tree while he eyed the girl in front of him. That feeling of wrongness continued to haunt him, washing over him like a tidal wave. He paused, breathing deeply through his nose before settling himself.