as soon as he finished killing the last curse, he looked at his watch and went, "shit".
the clock showing 3:26. about... 5 hours and 26 minutes after he said he'll be home at.
"whats wrong?" megumi asks, trying to clean himself off with a wet wipe that nobara handed out, since they all got blood on their faces.
gojo panicks and quickly lifts his phone. he sees 3 missed calls from you, and one from nanami. he doesnt know if hes more scared of you, or your older brother, kento.
"go back" he doesnt do much of explaining, just dismissivly waves his hand, and starts running.
5 hours and 26 minutes. this might as well be his new record of making you wait. well, maybe except for the one time he was supposed to meet you at a restaurant, and he was so late that by the time he got there the restaurant was closed.
for some reason, you deliberatly asked him this morning if he'll be back in time today, and he obviously dismissed you with a "yeah, yeah".
and here he was, running down the bridge with no sidewalk, cars hoking at him.
it doesnt matter how laid back you were, some would even argue that you are lazy and so carefree, you still cared for him a lot and hated it when he was late.
and 5 hours is so late.
hes already past the bridge and now runs through the downtown. it doesnt matter what time it was, the downtown was always full, and now he had to elbow through everyone to get past it.
he knows all so well and done that you hate it when hes not coming. it makes you feel like be doesnt care about you enough, doesnt love you. unimportent. unseen.
which is not true. he loves you so much, he values you and cares for you, you are the most precious thing to him, but hes so messy and forgetful, he sometimes just goes off without thinking first, and ends up in a situation like this.
he knows it makes you sad, feel uncomfortable and unloved and all of those, no matter if you voice it or not. which you usualy dont.
he can just see it, if he comes home late and finds you already sleeping, curled into a ball within yourself, unmoving and still.
next morning he'll always see it better. he sees you just sitting there, drinking your coffee. you look at him and give him a sad smile of understanding and sadness, and look back down to your coffee.
you looked so voulnorable and he could feel how you felt. insignificant.
he finally pushs past everyone and gets to the other side of the street. he considers calling you, but as he thinks about it hes scared to wake you up. he doesnt consider calling your brother, knowing that the first chance he gets, the blond is going to skin him.
when he first got his interest in you, he was shocked you are his sister. you were so laid back, funny and carefree, he couldnt see you in any way connected to nanami.
with time he knew how close you were with your brother and how much he cared for you. when nanami first found out you are together, he verbaly, very loudly, went off on gojo, letting him know exactly what he'll do to him, (not trying to mask how mad he was about finding you two in bed), if he ever made you feel bad.
he made you feel bad a bunch of time. not on purpose, all of those times were him being late and breaking his promise of being home in time. everytime kento was about to go off on gojo, you got in between, and more then once got physical with your brother in a fight to defend gojo.
hes so stupid.
he wondered if you left the flat to go to your brothers, but dismissed it when he remembered your lisence got taken away for, like, the 8th time you got a speeding ticket. and youd never take public transport, you hated it more then you hated gojo being late.
you are probably all alone in the flat, crying softly or talking to your brother while drowning your sadness in wine, or already long ago fell asleep in tears.
he finally gets closer, already seeing your building in the distance. it encourages him to run faster no matter how tired he already is and how hes sweating like a wet dog.
he runs up the stairs, all of the stairs in the building up to the penthouse, and opens the door fast.
the flat is dark, the only light coming through the balconey doors, the moon shining into the flat.
he enters it and kicks off his shoes, kicking the door shut behind him. turning on the light, the dim light that go around the cieling of the flat. he freezes.
he sees, on the dining table, blown out candles, a plate covered with a bowl, a glass of wine, but no bottle.
he walks closer to the table, confusion going through him as he looks around. the flat smells so freah and warm and clean, and he lifts the bowl to see a plate full of food under it.
candles... food... wine... damn.
he pulls out his phone, scared to see the date. but there it is, flashing in his eyes. he closes his eyes shut tight and curles his lips in anger inwards.
shit.
its your anniversary. thats why you asked if hed be home on time tonight. and here he is, blowing it all. you must be so hurt.
you made dinner and set this all up. he can only imagine you sitting, eating alone, the food already turning colder and colder as time went, how you drank glass after glass of wine alone, how your tears spilled out uncontrolably.
he goes for the bedroom, feeling the guilt growing and growing inside of him as be gets closer to the door.
the door isnt closed, so he just slips into it to find a ball of human on the huge bed, covered so comfortably in a blanket.
a red dress is hanging on the closet door. he walks closer to it with his brows furrowed, hating himself so much for not getting to see you in this dress, red silk hugging your body so snuggly.
he walks round the bed and leans down, and there you are. tear streaks down your cheeks, and even though your eyes are closed and you are asleep, he can see you are upset.
he can see how sad you are, and how tired you must be, crying yourself to sleep. he feels even worse now.
raising a hand, he brushs his long fingers down your cheek, smiling sadly as he moves your hair away.
"im sorry princess. im so sorry babe" he whispers as he leans to kiss your forehead. all he gets is a little stir.
he gets up from the floor and strips down to his boxers, and sits down on the bed, dipping it as he goes.
raises his legs and throws them down on the mattress, he turns, lays his head on the pillow and sighs deeply, and starts squirming closer to the human ball on the bed until hes jist behind you.
he raises his arm and wraps it around you gently, setting it snugly around your chest and setting himself comfortably behind you.
hes quite surprisdd when you shift and stir, abd he watchs with his eyebrows raised as you move and move and finally sit up, wrapped in the blanket.
"baby-" he doesnt get to say much, because in response all you do is get up, pull the blanket around your shoulders and walk around the bed.
gojo watchs with anticipation and confusion as you walk, the blanket dragging behind you as you walk to the door and push it open with your shoulder.
"{Y/N}..." he whines, jumping out of bed to crawl after you and beg your forgivness, "please, im so sorry baby let me-"
you open the door to the rest room and enter it before turning around and slamming it in his face, continuing to go and lay down in the tub, wrapped in the blanket.
gojo sighs deeply and knocks on the door, holding the handle, "baby, please, let me come in. im so sorry im late, i didnt mean to be so late... or at all!" he tries. no respond.
he closes his eyes shut and bangs his forehead on the door.
"im so sorry baby... i didnt mean to... you know i love you so so much..." he can only imagine how hurt you must feel, and how hes not good at apologizing to you, even though you deserve his apology.
"angel, let me in please. ill make it up to you, i promise baby" he tries again, much lower now. still no respond. without seeing you, he almost knows for sure you already fell asleep in the bathtub, and he knows so well and done your back and neck are going to kill you tomorrow.
he stands there motionless, leaning on the door and scolding himself. he let you down again, and no matter hos bad he felt doing it, you probably felt 10 times worse.
you are so precious, so loving, so nice and adoring and understanding, all he needed to do was be home on time, and he still couldnt do it.
5 hours and 26 minutes.
plus the 20 of running over here.
he can feel the heaviness and tiredness in his limbs, hes so tired and his being pulled to the bed, but his heart is yelling at him so loudly he cant move from the door of the bathroom.
but after about 20 minutes, gojo is almost sleeping standing up, the door swings open. his eyes snap open and there you are, the blanket around your shoulders, your eyes red and your cheeks wet.
he gets to see your body only for a quick second, and his eyes are maybe decieving him but hes pretty sure hes seen a white lacy set under the blanket.
he cant see it much, because you open your arms and crash right into his chest with tears and sad whines and mewls, your face in his chest and your arms around his torso.
he doesnt need a second to think and wraps his arms back around you and pulling you closer to him, kissing your head and smelling your amazing, enticing smell.
"i hate you so much!!" you wail in tears, pushing yourself even closer to him, "i was so scared something happened to you!" you cry.
gojos heart breaks. its his fault, and by making you wait he made you worry about him.
"oh, my baby..." he lets out, pulling his hand to your face and brushing your cheeks, making you look up at him, your wet and red face, "im so sorry my angel" he whispers, brushing your tears away and kissing your cheekbones.
"i hate you so much" you mutter again, leaning up to kiss his lips softly, "i know baby" he whispers, rewrapping his arms around you and laying his cheek on the top of your head.
"i love you so much my pretty. i love you so much. and im so sorry" he whispers.
silence, whines and sniffles.
"happy aniversary angel"
"kento is going to literally murder you"
"i know baby"
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