Warning/Disclaimer: anxiety + fluff (+ that one is long)
Request: Could I request gojo fluff? Just him comforting and reassuring you after you have had a rough day. My days have been hard recently and I just need some comfort qwq (by Mint, on Quotev)
Note: I'm sorry, I feel like it could have been better. I hope you still enjoy it!
She was fed up.
She was tired of that alarm that cut short her only moment of rest. Tired of these old ladies on the bus who stared at her fatigue. Tired of the melee in the station. Tired of the train doors closing under her nose. Tired of babbling excuses for everything little thing. Tired of this job where everyone seemed to have nothing but venom in their mouth...
Y/N could have continued like that, making a list of those little moments that lasted maybe only a few minutes each but that followed her all day long to her bed. She had reached a point where every night, she immediately rushed into bed after a short shower. She didn't even try to distract herself, her phone forgotten at the entrance with the notifications of the one who would only receive a response the next morning under the adrenaline of a dose of coffee.
Her room had become her cocoon where she hid under her duvet in a darkness that didn't even rival that of her mind. With heavy breathing, Y/N ignored the need for fresh air of her body and preferred to let herself sweat; to let herself be bathed in her agony.
While the weekend had finally arrived, her place remained unchanged. Curled up in her cocoon with only the head peeking, Y/N had not fallen asleep or rather her thoughts had not let her sleep. She had waited anxiously for the morning to confirm that she was safe today. But as she prepared to return to the darkness of her duvet, a bell rings in the apartment.
Her body stopped and, not daring to turn to the luminous screen of her alarm clock, waited like this for a few seconds. With her hesitant hand, she gently lowered the sheet to turn her gaze towards her bedside table. The alarm clock was off.
A slight sigh escaped from her lips and she passed her hands over her face with relief. A brief moment of happiness that was cut by the incessant repetition of this same bell.
Y/N shifted towards her alarm clock again, but this time much faster. The alarm clock was still off. The ringing resounded in her ears and in her dizziness, it took the young woman a few seconds before she realized the real origin of this racket.
She jumped out of bed and grabbed the first clothes she found in the piles that had accumulated on her floor. With heavy and fast steps, she joined the front door under the incessant rhythm of this stupid bell.
Without even verifying the perpetrator of this torture, she opened the door wide open and exclaimed "What?"
Facing her, hands in the air to feign innocence, a large figure with a familiar face offered her a mocking smile "Somebody woke up cranky, today"
At his words, Y/N found no answer. She wanted only one thing, it was to go back and hide.
"Fuck off" she spat before slamming the door closed tough the sorcerer stopped it with ease and welcomed himself in her house. An action the host ignored.
"I guess I'll keep the snacks to myself then," said Gojo, looking around. The apartment was dark, the shutters closed. Some glasses were scattered on the counter but otherwise, the rest of the kitchen or living room seemed to not have been visited for a while.
His eyes sat on the phone that had been abandoned on that same counter and he scoffed "Here it is! Didn't you see all my-"
The slamming of the door of her bedroom cut his words. Gojo blinked before dropping off the many souvenirs he had spotted on his last trip.
Indeed, the snacks were only the entrance for all the bundle of gifts that the sorcerers had bought. Whatever the location was, at each corner, he would manage to find a little something that reminded him of the young woman and so, that he had to get her.
A ritual that usually had great success with Y/N who didn't hesitate to question the logic of some of his gift choices. Laughter and mockery would fill the apartment until the sorcerers ran out of munitions. It could last for hours, which neither of them would complain about.
Thus, therefore, the somewhat aggressive welcome, of the one he cherished so much, had caught him off guard.
With the phone in his hand, he went to her room and knocked at her door "Darling..." he sang, gently opening the door.
The room seemed even darker than the rest of the apartment. His entrance was slowed down by a pile of clothes that had piled up in front of the door. At the bottom of the room was her bed where he could only distinguish a motionless black mass.
"Y/N..." Gojo tried again, keeping his cheerful tone. He knew she was a bit disorganized but not that much. "Did something happened?" he asked while trying to sneak up to what he assumed was her hiding place. "Y/N, come on..." He took a seat on the side of the bed and began tugging at her sheet.
The mass did not move. Under the duvet, Y/N had her eyes closed firmly and their fists clenched. She tried so hard to ignore the idiot who had come to disturb her little world. At each of his tugs, she had the impression that her cocoon was cracking, letting the light from the outside, that she had so stubbornly escaped, infiltrated.
"I know it's early, but you promised me we'd spend the day together" he whined as he let himself fall on her, somehow hugging her through the sheets.
"Don't" a warning came from the mass of a firm and broken voice.
Gojo withdrew and stared at the duvet. His gaze was lost in the obscurity. It had been since the beginning of the week that he had noticed a change in the young woman. Through her short and sometimes non-existent answers, he had at first thought that she was simply tired. Given the number of messages he sent, it wasn't surprising that her enthusiasm wasn't always there; he didn't mind, he just wanted her attention at least.
"Y/N, let's get you out" he ignored her warning and tugged much harder on his duvet. "You promised we-"
The cocoon cracked open. She had lost her shield. The world and all its inconveniences fell upon her suddenly. Her emotions overwhelmed her and letting everything out was now inevitable.
"Why?!"
Just as the duvet hit the floor, Y/N turned to spit her rage on the sorcerer.
"Can't you see that I want to be left alone?!" She screamed, her voice breaking under her loose nerves.
Gojo could only look at her, his smile had fallen, leaving no semblance of emotion in the face of the young woman's despair. The dark circles, the ruffled hair, the tears threatening to fall at each of her words; a clear despair that had however escaped him in his obstinacy to receive her attention.
"I am..." continued Y/N, but this time, her broken voice didn't let her finish. Her tears took over and she mouthed "I am tired"
The white-haired man barely waited for her to finish before wrapping her in his arms. Without a word, he held her tightly in fear that she would refuse his affection. She wished for solitude as her only company, yet his protective envelope immediately offered her a warmth that soothed her heart.
One hand running up and down on her back, the other slipping into her hair to position her head in the crook of his neck so that Gojo let her cry the frustration she had accumulated. He himself pressed against her, remorse ramming his head, he murmured excuses.
The two remained like this for a few minutes before Y/N pulled out with a slight push. "Sorry, I shouldn't have shouted at you" she sniffed, her hands rushing to dry her distress.
Gojo let his hold slide when she backed up to place his hands on her waist, thumbs maintaining the soothing pattern. "That's alright" he reassured her before attempting a smile "I deserved it"
Looking up at him, Y/N smiled in response. "You did" she chuckled, lowering her head.
Even though the sorcerer didn't seem affected by her tantrum, she could not help being somewhat ashamed. He had simply come for fun, ready to brighten her horrible week and she had offered him nothing but unjust rage.
"I'm sorry" She repeated, grabbing her hair and pulling on the roots.
The sorcerer immediately stopped her by wrapping his hands around hers. He lowered and caressed them gently.
"You want to talk about it?" He asked, in such a gentle tone that she had to look up to confirm that it had indeed come from her old friend.
She hesitated, the words difficult to deliver with her dry throat "No... not really"
In response, Gojo retrieved the sheet from the floor and helped Y/N to lay on his bed.
"What are you doing?" asked the young woman.
He covered her and rose up. "You have gifts to open"
"But-"
"No but. I'm not leaving you alone and if you don't want to talk about it, that's alright. But at least let me keep you company" he announced, his blue eyes staring at hers in determination, behind his glasses.
Like this, the many packages were now covering the piles of clothes with in the middle of it all, Y/N and Gojo, pressed against each other. An arm thrown on her shoulder, the sorcerer admired the different expressions that sprang on her delicate face.
"How do you do it?" asked Y/N as she examined the umpteenth snack her friend swore they had to test.
Too concentrated in the way her lashes caress her skin briefly every time she would blink, Gojo simply hummed. The young woman had to meet his gaze to get his attention.
"Do you never get tired? Like... Do you never feel like it's just too much?"
"Not really" he replied immediately.
Y/N couldn't help but feel a certain disappointment. Perhaps she wanted to reassure herself, to tell herself that she wasn't the only one in this situation, or perhaps she wished to share her emotions with him. But she knew it was silly, asking that to the strongest sorcerer.
Her lips closed in an embarrassed smile and she focused back on the snack "I should have-"
"Because I have you" His voice resounded in the room. Gojo shifted a bit to be able to cup her cheeks "As long as you're with me, I don't care about the rest."
Their bodies interlaced to reform her cocoon and in one last whisper, he confessed "And you have me. Y/N... I'm here for you."