𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡...?
❝ 𝖨 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 ❞
NOVEMBER 26TH. YEAR ???.
A man looks at you. The smirk on his face painfully wide before he kisses your neck playfully. " ######!" you crack out. The name was censored in your mind.
Nevertheless your lungs threatened to run out of air. Very quickly. Quickly because your laughs never seemed to stop.
" okay okay, I'll stop" your lover parts, kissing your head before holding your hands again
" you are so childish" you comment like always." you like that" he rolled his eyes, knowing you too well
" mhmm" you hum. It was a beautiful moment. Your eyes couldn't help but wander to the orange skies afterward. Watching the sunset in the distance, your lover watched the it with you
" it's utterly beautiful" your lover breathed, taking in the tranquility of the moment. The moment you had shared together, alone.
" yeah the sunset is beautiful isn't it..." you remained sentimental, breathing in the fragrance of the sea. You savoured every second like it was your last.
" just like you" your head turns around to meet the man, he looks back at you with a flushed face, " you stole my line!" he acts like he is a famous actor
You pull your tongue out playfully. " thats it!" He ensues a chase. You take that as your queue and run as fast as your legs could carry you while the man chases after you.
You couldn't help but laugh before the man's grip engulfs you like a raging fire. He lifts you up easily like you were a valuable prize. " gotcha!" He celebrates
Your laughs accompany the moment. He mirrors you in laughing as well, those sounds echo in your mind, a new memory has formed, one you would never forget.
DECEMBER 25. 2016.
A white snowflake falls on your head as your feet carry you across the stairs. Each snowflake and step made you overwhelm with many memories.
Happiness, sadness, anger and many more. Just a familiar yet nostalgic path leads you to think it's been a long long time.
You knew the path like the back of your hand despite your mind forgetting almost everything.
Your feet scrape on the gravel, shuffling around to adjust to its surroundings. You step back, a giant pit in front of you, a pit that was once filled with the old school you used to go to
' the hell?' Your first thought was to panic. Did the school relocate? The winter was harsh and cruel, you couldn't see anyone or anything.
" this is perfect" you hear not to far from your location. Your ears perk up by themselves. The voice intrigued you, leading you to the conclusions someone was still at the school
Your body carries you around the other side of the campus. For precautions, you hid yourself among the trees.
From a close proximately, you saw a black haired boy who huddled over a pile of snow. " they are going to love this..!" The boy softly murmurs
Your body finds itself hesitating, you came here for one thing and one thing only. Should you ask him? The boy stands up, looking around after hearing the wind around him swiftly change patterns
"young man" your voice spins him around, " hello?!?" He appears frantic and frightened by your sudden appearance
" do you know if a Satoru Gojo still comes here...? I saw that half the school was demolished" your tone laced visible concern
" uh...Satoru Gojo!?! Do you know him?" The boy thinks for a moment and lights up, utterly bewildered
" I...knew him" you put it short.
" oh..come with me, I took him to go snow ball fighting" the boy now pointed with finger guns, quickly stuffing the snacks into his jacket.
You tried to smile to occupy the awkward silence. " still so childish" you mutter, walking behind the boy to meet the 'group'
Every step you took made you see the fog exasperate from your lips. There's a tension that was never settled before. It doesn't take long to find a familiar figure in the distance.
You saw him. The white haired man who always stood with a hand on his hip. Satoru Gojo, you called him. He was standing there, watching people playing amongst themselves
" Gojo! Someone's here to see you!" The boy's voice cheered with his waving arms.
You hear a soft laugh escape the man ahead of you. Laughs you thought only existed in your dreams.
" and who would that be..." Gojo, a prominent figure pauses before his voice fades as he registers who he sees before him
He knew you and you knew him. It had been so long.
" Satoru." You find yourself stuttering over his name. Gojo's eyes withered at the sight of you in front of him. You seemed like an illusion, a dream.
You promised to never love another person again. That was until you met him. again.
" [y/n]." He breathes back, utterly baffled
Your eyes were glued on each other, as if it was adjusting to the reality you were in, also as a precaution. In case you both disappeared in a blink of an eye.
" do you know each other?" The black haired man sheepishly observed the thin air.
" uh. Um Yuta, please go with the others" Gojo's voice sounded protective as his voice tried to adjust to his shocked state . Yuta...that was his name, it seemed to ring a bell to you. For some reason.
" oh. Okay" the boy scratched his neck, taking one last look at you before his legs dug small holes in the ground, travelling over to the people lazying around
Gojo maintains his ground, his mind scattering for ways to break the silence that was never settled. " it's been a long time" he breaks the ice
His voice...it sounded more deeper than before, perhaps your mind made his voice up. " I can't recall how long it has been" you find yourself replying
Gojo clears his throat, his collar feeling hotter than usual. " why did you come back.." his voice is low and enough for you to hear
" to see you." you were honest. " the snow reminds me of you.. ironic" your eyes wandering around the falling snow
" it's the first time we've witnessed snow...together" Gojo emphasises the last part, his tone was wounded, hurt.
The tension feels like breaking your heart. Everything was suffocating, " can we talk indoors? It's cold here" your tone sounded more neutral now.
Gojo nods, looking back at his students before guiding you into what was left of the building.
| NIGHTFALL
Your back meets the wall. What just happened?
You don't know how you ended up here yet you didn't want it to stop.
Your hands wrap around the man in front of you, your eyes squeeze shut as Gojo's lips meets yours, like he was craving for you.
Your not drunk. Nor are you high on anything. It's strange how one thing leads to another.
Gojo's hands cup your cheek before his tongue dances with yours. It was like a fever dream he had before, only this time it's real, you are back and you are real.
The heat in the room threatened to make your heart leap out your chest.
" legs up" Gojo mutters after leaving your lips for a second. With the support of his hands your legs wrap around his waist
Your heavy breaths played tug of war with each other, the once cold room turns into a lustful setting. Your body lays on the bed with the tall figure over you.
You can't leave his embrace, his body is always touching yours as if to mark you from ever leaving again.
" Satoru..." you gave in, whining softly
" shhh. I know, I've waited so long for this" his voice soothes you, it sounds like his the one pleading now, begging for your everlasting touch.
Your lips want to apologise for all the things you did. But you couldn't say it.
" just relax, I'll take care of you" his husky voice trails down your bare neck. " let's enjoy the moment, no words just uncontrollable sounds" Gojo requests
You nod, not knowing any better.
" perfect" those were Gojo's last words before they stripped you.
Even if it was just for one night without yelling, frustrations or future tragedies, just one night of intimacy meant you were going to savour every bit of it.
| SUNRISE
The night was short lived. You find yourself being the first one to awake. Not much leaves your lips as you maintained your stillness
The clock ticking in the distance filled the slience. The view was new, it was comforting to you.
The man cradling before you was facing you, his breathing slow but evident. Your hearts feels like breaking after a long reunion.
You, yourself couldn't count the years you lost to...that mindless mission.
The man you thought you would never see again, after so many years, he was right in front of you. again.
Satoru Gojo.
| TO BE CONTINUED