#sagejin

Present day

"Who's that woman," Shoko questioned, peering over the menu. You peeked over too, catching a glimpse of the woman.

Kira Mizuki

Your eyes widened, "Satoru's secretary." Shoko looked at you, eyes wide. You both watched as they took a seat on the far corner of the cafe. They flipped through their menu's, looking up from time to time and talking. Despite the situation, you smile at the thought of what Satoru was probably ordering, a sugary coffee with something sweet, like a donut.

"Why are you smiling," Shoko wondered how you could smile at a time like this, the man you loved and who claimed to love you was here with another woman. "I trust him," you smile softly and solemnly look down at your hands, "I'll discuss this with him later, she's just his secretary. There's also the possibility he's treating her to something."

How naive.

Shoko could sense the slight doubt in your tone, like you were trying to comfort yourself, trying to hang on to the last bit of hope you had.

Denial.

Betrayal.

Rage.

Are all emotions you should be feeling, emotions Shoko wanted you to feel. She wanted you to kick and scream, to cause a scene, to slap Gojo across his face, to make him feel some sort of pain or regret for his actions. There are so many people out there who would treat you better, who deserved you more than he did.

"And what if it's more than that? What if, there's more to it that you think," Shoko looked at you sternly.

Just what was she getting at?

Nervous.

That's how Gojo felt as he looked though the menu, sneaking glances at the woman infront of him. "Excuse me," he called out to the waitress nearby, "we're ready to order." She stood infront of them, "One latte with extra sugar, and 2 chocolate donuts for me," he motioned towards Kira, "Just some tea please."

They set down their menus as the waitress walked away, an awkward silence surrounding them. "If it's a girl," Kira spoke softly, "I want to name her Hanako, and if it's a boy, I'd name him Haru or Kazuya, unless you have some suggestions?" Gojo covered his face with his palms and sighed, "What if, what if I don't want the baby."

Kira froze, staring at him in shock, later braking into soft smile, "Even if you didn't want the baby still keep it." "Here your order," the waitress interrupted, placing down their order. Gojo watched for a moment as she walked away, turning back to Kira. From where he sat, the light hit her perfectly, illuminating her brown eyes and soft brown hair.

What would a child between us look like?

...

He scolded himself mentally for thinking such thoughts. He sipped his coffee, deciding it needed more sugar. "I have an appointment next Wednesday," she took a sip of her tea, "to find out the gender. If you want to come I can send you the details." Gojo took a bite of his donut and leaned back in the chair, "Sure, I might be able to make it. Just send me the details anyway."

"Okay," Kira smiled softly at him, his heart beating a little faster. Maybe he'll let himself feel this for a moment, just a minute.

So he smiled in return.

"Nanami," you rested your head on his shoulder, "a friend of mine asked me for advice. She said her boyfriend had been acting strange and that when she went to a cafe, she saw him with another woman, but that woman works for him. How would you feel in her situation." He stared down at you, you looked confused and on the verge of tears, "I'd try to communicate my worries to them first before taking any actions, if I still feel unsure, I'd ask to look through his phone, or maybe I'd talk to his friends," he paused, "Actually, I'm not to sure about the phone part."

You lifted your head off his shoulder and turned to him, "You always give such good advice Nanami. I feel like I could come to you for anything." He chuckled, "So that story was about you. Are you okay," he rested his hand atop your head, comforting you. Tears welled up in your eyes, Nanami was a special comfort to you.

Tears began spilling from your eyes, frustration, confusion, unjust betrayal. Everything you were feeling from these past weeks was released just by the mere presence of Nanami. He pulled you do his chest, patting your head as you cried.

He was so warm.

His smell, his voice, his warmth.

All comforted you.

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“Kento Nanami,” you spoke sternly, standing next to his bed. He groaned and turned away from you, “How did you get in here?” You sat next to him and leaned over, hand on his arm. You leaned close to his ear and whispered, “That’s a secret I don't think you wanna know.” Nanami jolted up, eyes wide as he stared at you. Your hand grazed over his chest as you leaned in closer. “Nanami,” you whispered softly, your face a few centimeters away from his.

a little closer

He leans in, lips grazing yours, “Y/n,” he groans slightly as you straddle him, “you're getting married.” Your lips crash on his, his hands finding their way to your waist, gripping slightly. “Nanami,” you pull back, looking into his eyes sternly, “you're late.”

Nanami’s eyes shot open, chest heaving as he looked around. ‘Time’ he thinks, completely disregarding the dream he just had. 9:30pm. “Shit,” he grumbles, running a hand over his face. He’s supposed to meet you for dinner at 10, but it looks like he’ll be a little late, seeing as how he has to recuperate. Nanami sits at the edge of his bed, his head in his hands, dinner with you and your fiance.

Of course there’ll be other people there, friends, family, coworkers, however, that doesn’t excuse the fact that you’ll be there. He daydreams about how stunning you’ll look in whatever outfit you choose, from your shoes to your accessories. Suddenly, his daydream is spoiled by the image of the ring on your finger, of how your arm wouldn’t be looped around his, but anothers.

With a sigh Nanami rises from the bed, “too fast,” he winces. Maybe drinking all day wasn’t a good idea, but at least he wasn’t drunk.

“Toru,” you giggle as Gojo wraps his arms around you from behind, nibbling at your neck. “I don’t want to be late,” you can barely hold it together from how much he’s tickling you. “I’m sure they won’t mind,” a sly grin forms on his face as he turns you around. You place your hands on his chest and push him away, looking in the opposite direction, “I mind, now finish getting ready.” “So demanding,” he smiles, falling back onto your bed.

“Where’d you go earlier this morning?”

‘Shit’

“I was with Shoko and Getou, we had some party planning to do.”

He watched as you frowned. You turned to face him, disappointment written all over your face, “I was with Shoko. When i went to meet Shoko you were already gone, no text, no call, no notification about where you went.” “Do i have to report every move I make to you,” Gojo scoffs, he knows he has no right to, but he still does, “I’m a man who has his own free will, i can go anywhere i want. Yes, it would’ve been nice if I'd told you where I was going, but I'm not obligated to.” You stared at him, eyes wide, brows furrowed, he did have some points, you weren’t entitled to know his every move, he has his right to privacy, but that bubbling insecurity inside of you won't let this go.

“Well talk about this later,” Gojo stands up and leaves the room, leaving you all alone.

To suffer.

The car ride to the venue was silent. Not a word uttered between the two of you. Upon arrival, Gojo softly grabbed your hand, “I’m sorry for getting mad,” he smiled that charming smile and looked at you, “let’s go out there and have some fun, okay.” You smile in return, though you still feel the same, and exit the car. Hand in hand you and Gojo walk towards the entrance, him in his clean tuxedo, and you in your dazzling dress. Cameras flashing all around you, yelling out your names, you smile as much as you can, waving to whoever you can, then enter the building.

Strangely, Getou is the first person to greet you, you were hoping it’d be Shoko, but you were still happy. “Miss L/n,” Getou jokes, extending his arm out to lead you away, “this way please.” Somewhere along the way Gojo wandered away, of course he didn’t take you along or tell you where he was going, but you wouldn't let that ruin your night. So, like always, with your chin held high you walked with Getou.

“Congratulations,” Shoko sheers in an obviously fake tone, “I’m so glad you're getting married and leaving me forever.” You giggle and give her a hug. Your eyes scan the room, looking for a certain man, then freeze once they meet their mark. Your heart stops for a moment, and your breath gets caught in your throat, Nanami. Nanami’s here, he made it. “Who are you looking for,” Getou whispers into your ear. You jump back and he chuckles, such a silly sight. Out of the corner of your eye you spot Nanami walking towards you, you face him, letting him know you see him, that you know he’s here. “Na--” An arm slithers around your waist, pulling you close, “Darling~” Gojo sings in your ear, “did you miss me?”

“No.”

He laughs then cradles your face in his hands, “You're so silly.” He’s drunk already. Barely an hour into your party and he’s already drunk. As Gojo throws his body into your arms you lock eyes with Nanami, then watch as he walks away. You sigh then turn your attention back to Gojo.

It was going to be a long night.

Now, you're well into the party, everybody’s tipsy or drunk. Gojo’s disappeared again, leaving you to sit alone at the bar. “You’re so pretty,” Nanami places his head on the cold par counter, looking into your eyes, “being someone's fiance really suits you.” You smile at his words. Sometimes, when you're with Nanami, you like to think of what could’ve been, what could’ve happened. Wou he had proposed to you by now, would you’ve already been married to him? You know it’s bad, but it’s a guilty pleasure of yours.

To look at what could’ve been yours.

But, that isn’t your reality. It could never be.

But as usual, time seems to fly by as you talk with Nanami, drink after drink, smile after smile, laugh after laugh, longing after longing. An aching emptiness in both your souls as you regret your timing, your past, as you regret the future that would '’’ve belonged to you. You stare into his eyes, you stare at his lips, the lips that look so soft as a boyish grin spreads across them. “I’m going to the bathroom, now,” you chuckle, leaving your seat, “I’ll be here.” Nanami smiles as you walk away.

You feel giddy as you head towards the bathroom. You pass by Getou and Shoko, who are having the time of their lives on the dance floor. You sigh, the giddiness fading away, leaving a pit of loneliness in its wake.

As you continue your melancholic walk towards the bathroom you pass by many people, some you know, some you don’t, some you noticed, and some you should’ve. You pass by many doors, some of which were actively pounding against the doorframes, others that were extremely loud. You sigh as you arrive at the bathroom, the storage room behind you abruptly opening, on instinct you sneak a peek.

But you wish you hadn’t.

“C’mon ‘Toru,” the seemingly familiar woman calls out. Then, out follows your fiance, who wraps an arm around the woman, your fiance who doesn't acknowledge your presence at all, walks away.

And never looks back.

Nanami, Shoko, Getou, you just want someone to be here with you, to tell you you didn’t see what you just saw. You open the bathroom door and slump down onto the floor, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. ‘A waste of time’ you try to assure yourself, if what you saw was true then Gojo was nothing but a waste of time. A piece of trash who you wasted years of your life on. You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to hold it in the best you can.

“Excuse me, I think you guys have been in there long enough,” you hear Shoko slur outside the door, “I really need to take a piss.” You stand up and check your face in the mirror, later, you’ll deal with this mess later. The nights are about to end. You can hang on long enough. You open the door and rush past Shoko, only to bump into someone's chest. You mumble “Sorry.” and try to walk by, “Y/n,” you freeze and slowly look up, tears now freely falling down your cheeks.

Nanami

Shoko exits the bathroom, eyes wide at the scene in front of her, “Y/n,” you look back at her,

Shoko

You fall to the floor and wail, Nanami on his knees, cradling you into his warm chest, rubbing your back, assuring you that everythings okay. Shoko, who runs to your side, trying to figure out what had you so distressed.

“Gojo,” you sniffle, looking at the woman beside you, “I saw him with another woman.”

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"Ge—"

"NO," Geto cut him off, a stern look on his face, "you're gonna go home and explain to y/n what you did, and take responsibility for your actions."

"You know I can't do that, it'll hurt her!"

"You weren't thinking of that when you were balls deep in that woman—sorry— whore of a secretary!"

They turned to the sound of heels coming down the hallway. Kira walked towards them, worry etched across her face, she looked towards Geto, his glare shooing her away as she walked passed them.

You were calling him again. Getou looked at the screen, and then at Gojo.

"Hello"

Ring

"Hello, love, are you at the party yet? You weren't picking up your calls earlier so I assumed you were."

He chuckled, a small smile appearing on his face, but disappearing just as fast. He chuckled, "If you thought that why'd you call now, darling?" "To see if you'd pick up one last time. Is Getou with you?

Gojo looked at the man infront of him, "No, he's chatting away at another table." With a scoff Getou walked away.

Gojo opened the door, quietly stepping into your shared penthouse. He dropped his bag by the door and slipped off his shoes, quietly walking towards your room.

He walked towards your sleeping figure, crouching down as he softly caressed your face. You leaned into his touch, his eyes softening. You opened your eyes, a soft, tired smile gracing your figure as you looked at him, "Welcome back," you chuckled softly.

But,

He truly didn't deserve you.

He took off his tie and got ready for bed. He slipped in next to you, hugging your side, and burying his head in the crook of your neck. You were so warm, he wanted to stay like this forever and forget about everything that happened.

He wouldn't do this again, he was sure of that.

"Good morning, love," you said softly, running your fingers through his hair. "I don't have work today," he stated snuggling into your chest, you both chuckled softly, basking in each other's presence.

Someone began pounding on your door. Gojo shot up, ready to see who had the audacity to knock on his door this early, and ruin this precious moment. He looked through the eye hole, only to to see Getou and Shoto as his door. He opened it, shaking his head, "Why are you guys pounding on my door like tha—"

BANG BANG BANG

Before he could finish that sentence Getou and Shoko barged through, just as you came out your room to see what all the ruckus was. "Geto? Shoko? What's going on?" They looked at Gojo, "Let's talk outside."

They walked out the door, leaving Gojo to stand in the middle of your living room. You looked at him confused, "What's going on?" "Nothing, baby, don't worry about it," but how could you not?

Getou and Shoko just barged into your living room, looking at Gojo as if they were going to kill him, and everyone seemed to know something but you. You watched as Gojo slipped on some clothes and left.

They sat at a nearby cafe, the two infront of him staring him down, "Satoru," Shoko began, "what would possess you todo such a thing? How could you do this to Y/n? After everything you went through just to be with her, after working so hard to gain her trust."

All he could do was look at her, he knew what he was getting himself into the moment he let Kira in, he knew, but he didn't expect to get caught, especially by Getou.

Getou looked at Gojo, "I thought you would change for her, isn't that what you'd promised?" "I know—"

Then he remembered,

He melted at the sight.

"NO YOU DON'T!"

Getou couldn't take it, after catching Gojo, his best friend, doing those things, knowing he had someone who cared for him so much, who was waiting for him at home, he just couldn't stand it.

People began looking at their table, "Why do you always do this? Do you know how much seeing this hurts me, hurts us? Seeing you destroy any chance of real happiness every time, destroying the person who put their trust in you and yourself? Don't you have any respect for that?"

Gojo had never seen Getou like this, so distraught, he could only listen and reflect. As much as he'd want to deny all the this he's saying, he can't lie to himself, every chance of happiness he gets, he destroys it. He either gets too scared of them getting close, or ruins it by giving into temptations, just like he did now.

But you, you were everything he wanted and more, you were his world, he didn't deserve you, especially after what he did. "I know I ruined it, before and now, I know how hard I worked just to be with her, and how hard we worked to get to where we are now in our relationship. I'm angry at myself too, she's precious to me, and I don't want to hurt her, I don't know why I did this, I don't know what came over me, but please, give me time."

He didn't know what else to do but beg, if he didn't, he was sure they were going to tell you themselves.

They looked at him,

"It's not our place anymore," Shoko stated, looking away, "anything that happens from here on out is on you, don't expect any help from us."

With that they stood up and walked away, not looking back.

Gojo sat alone,

He coverd his face with his hands, what was he going to do?

How could he tell you?

As he thought about it, the doe eyed girl could only watch.

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