𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐧. || 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒖 𝑨𝑼

chapter one

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Satoru Gojo just lost his entire year’s work due to a technical error from his WI-FI box and like always he wasn’t going to shut up about it. He jumped up and pulled out an old, barely surviving notebook filled with countless numbers. He hastily rummaged through the pages, and the maniac finally stopped at one page and absent-mindedly dialled the number.

"Hello?"

What hello? Do you even have any idea how rubbish your service is??

There was a long silence from the other side until Satoru heard a soft chuckle from the other side of the call.

"My service?"

The man replied, his voice much clearer now as though he was much relaxed. It didn’t stay for long when the almighty Gojo Satoru spoke again, this time much more fumed, maybe too much fumed. His red face might just be visible to the other side of the phone.

Are you fucking with me right now?
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Again, a long silence persists until he hears the man again, he laughs much louder yet smoother.

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"How can I help you?"
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The man spoke, trying to hush his giggles. Gojo Satoru has reached his peak, he was going to throw his phone away and cope in the room again.
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"You.... Whatever, the wifi hasn't been working for the past few days and today I even lost a good chunk of my work because of the interruption."
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"I apologise for the inconvenience sir but it would be better if you call the man responsible."
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The man spoke finally breaking up the news.

Huh?

"Eh."

Huh?

"Eh."

Wait what? Who are you then?
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"Uhm.. Suguru Geto."
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Call disconnected

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Did Satoru Gojo, the almighty taction of his firm, the true future senior associate call his high school sweetheart/ his best friend/ his first love?

In short, yea
In long, yeah

Who didn't even say goodbye, before leaving the town and never contacting the man again?

Yeah. He did.

And he also just scolded him about the Wi-Fi . Yeah.

Instead of shooting himself on the foot he went ahead and stood in front of a cannon.

Satoru quickly took his phone and threw it away before running around his house trying to hide from the situation he had just crafted so meticulously with his long beautiful slender fingers.

Satoru quickly calmed himself before deciding to take a shower and continue with his lost work and deal with everything tomorrow. That was until the phone rang again
And it was his number, Suguru Geto's number.

Hello?

"Satoru."

Satoru Gojo's ear began ringing again, he didn't say anything. His breath was loud enough for the other side to hear.

"I see. I will call in the morning then."

Gojo doesn't say anything, he waits for the call to end but it doesn't end. Strangely both the men refuse to end the call. The strange silence which fell before didn't occur again instead the silence felt like something much needed.
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"I am a florist now, just like you guessed."

Suguru Geto spoke again, with a hint of warmth. He held onto the phone tighter, sitting on the corner of his bed as he laid his head towards the side.

In the cliche turn of events, Geto Suguru didn't expect a call from someone from his past, especially not in this manner. His hand is still holding onto the phone waiting for a reply yet he only receives silence.

"It is near the H. Street, when you are free you should visit.... I will expect you.."

End of call

Gojo laid on his back, his phone still in his hand as he stared into the fan. It has been ten years since he saw him again. He couldn't help but be reminded of the past

The first time they met, Gojo had tried to rip out Geto's hair because he couldn't have such long luscious hair especially not a man. Gojo Satoru received a punch on his face instead.

Both later were thrown out of the class and asked to run around the huge ground on a boiling summer day.

I'm sorry I didn't mean to pull your hair

Eh that's fine, I didn't mean to punch you too. You just caught me off guard.

Though they do end up punching each other again this time they never spoke again. Well, that's a story for another day.

Satoru Gojo's Pov
( the story will continue with a first person POV)

The signal was still red, there wasn't much traffic today rather it was suspiciously less. I looked at my watch, it was still 7 in the morning. I had to reach my office by 8, so I still had nearly an hour to pass.

H. Street.

Ah yes, I thought about it yesterday and decided to not go. I didn't want to put myself in that situation. I don't want to face it again. I don't want to...

I turned my car onto the road to H. street, moving ahead next to the library was a small yet decadent floral shop. I slowed my car, parking it on the side.

I did tell myself I should go away as soon as possible but I can't help but walk ahead. My hands slightly shiver, and a sweat falls down my forehead on the cold morning.

Ehhm.. Suguru?

Not to my surprise and against my prayers, he stood there. His hair is much longer, he looks... Older?
His gaze turns towards me, and I go back again to those lilac gardens, his eyes.

Oh, he was much more beautiful, much more unattainable. Much more away.

My knees shiver, threatening to lose all the balance at any moment.... Oh lord... He smiled.

I hit my chest, trying to stop the sound which made it impossible for me to hear anything. His mouth moved; he was saying something. I couldn't hear anything. I tried; I tried so hard but I couldn't hear anything. My head filled with the fog which was lost ten years ago.

I can't, I'm still weak. I look up at him again as he closes the distance between us. I take a step back. My heart is too weak, I will not be able to endure it.

I turned around ready to run away again when a hand held my arms tightly. It was firm yet held onto me like I was a piece of glass, which could break even under the slightest pressure.

I turned around and saw his face again
Oh, he was so magnificent. I couldn't help but stare at his face more until his expression changed into.... Something... Bitter...?