The KFC Make-Up

Chapter 1: KFC Lingers in the Air

It's as if time stood still. The clocks didn't move, people didn't breathe, all Gojo saw was the bleak purple eyes of Suguru Geto staring back at him. The smell of chicken wafted through the air, a cruel reminder of their memories of getting chicken together.

But for once, Gojo couldn't go for eating. He couldn't even move. His eyes stayed locked, the shocked expression on his face unable to be washed away. He couldn't. What happened to the one he loved? What was wrong with him? He should've known. He saw his best friend losing weight, he saw the bags, why didn't he say something sooner?

Gojo brought his middle finger to his thumb, his hand trembling. 'Behave, behave— act calm!' He scolded himself in his mind. Geto turned. "If you want to kill me, kill me." He began.

"There's meaning in that too."

That's when it clicked how broken the other was. Gojo's hand dropped. What had he missed? Was he really so full of himself? Geto always told him to lighten up, was this why? "Suguru— Do you expect me to let you just go?!" He shouted, stepping closer to him. He kept walking, pushing through the crowded street until he could grab the broader man's shoulder. Infinity was shut off, bringing a level of vulnerability from Satoru Gojo no one had ever seen. Tears dared to approach his eyes and without a second thought, he brought Geto into an embrace. Now, he knew the silence was in his head. But chattering didn't exist in this moment, no one but them did.

Geto didn't move, not even a hug back. "Satoru..." His voice grew more gentle. "You must be foolish, to trust so irrevocably." His hand eased up, resting onto the others back. Feeling his shirt ruffle against his hand was something he hadn't in months. He was used to infinity being on and Gojo gone on missions alone. He was used to not being needed, he saw how he wasn't. So why was Gojo acting like he was the air he breathes now?

The thoughts were enough to make Geto snap back. He grabbed the back of Gojo's shirt and in a swift movement, he yanked him away. Gojo stumbled and stabled himself fast, his eyes wide. Geto ignored the betrayal in his eyes. He couldn't face the truth, not even when it stood so blatant in front of him. He had never bothered to remove the other so rough, not unless it was playful or gentle. Not even when he'd try to bite the purple eyed man.

Gojo watched as Geto melted into the crowd, disappearing amongst the humans he despised. He wanted to chase him, but he couldn't move his legs. He was heavy with the betrayal and smeared with heartbreak. Choking down every pain in his heart, he snapped around and ran off.

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__________3:07 AM 7/18_________

Gojo: how could you — 3:07 AM

Gojo: why would you do this — 3:07 AM

Gojo: do you seriously think your plan would work — 3:08 AM

__________3:30 AM 7/18_________

Gojo: im sorry — 3:30 Am

Gojo: call me — 3:30 AM

Gojo: Please — 3:30 AM

Gojo: im begting you pleajbe — 3:31 AM

The way Gojo stared at his phone was borderline unhealthy, his grip so tight his knuckles were bone chilling white. If possible, they looked like they would rip through his skin. He couldn't sleep, he couldn't eat. He laid in his bed, still in the school uniform he had custom made to match Geto. Was this nothing to him? Had he really thrown this away?

His mouth tasted of bitter bile. He had thrown up after going home and sobbing for hours. And then as the days passed, continued to sob himself sick. He locked himself in that dorm, nobody was coming in, even if he had to hollow purple them himself. His stomach was empty. It ached, it burned, but he couldn't bother trying to drink any water to soothe it. He stared at that phone.