high infidelity
satoru gojo x f!reader
do you really wanna know where I was april 29th?
**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series
content: infidelity (omg who knew), yn is a doctor, satoru gets injured and haha ur still my emergency contact's his way back into your life, megumi and yuuji flirting side quest, a big hot flaming mess of writing this is actually so bad
an: no one say anything to me about this fic actually. or the fact that I made everyone do a poll about which taylor as gojo to write just to not write either of those options and produce a flaming, hot wreck of garbage. anyways, live love high infidelity this song will always be special to me because on april 29th, I was indeed, at the eras tour seeing mother for the first time
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You swallow hard as the waitress walks up again, with that sheepish, awkward smile on her face. And you dread the unrelenting, embarrassing question that’s going to follow. One that she’s already asked, three times.
“Are you still waiting for someone or would you like to order?”
And you’re not sure why, but the fact that she asks the question, in that phrasing, in that tone, is enough to aggravate the very thin patience you already have. Because really, it’s quite possibly the stupidest question she could have asked.
Clearly, you are still waiting for someone. You’ve been sitting here for the past hour and a half. If you were really intent on eating at this restaurant alone, then you would have ordered the second they seated you.
And it’s rude, abrasive even. To ask, to relentlessly question, three times. Because obviously, you feel horrible for taking the table, when there’s a line of people patiently waiting by the door. And it’s not your fault that your boyfriend is late. And really, it’s just humiliating, that she keeps throwing it in your face, that you’re sitting here, alone when he should be here making you feel special.
You sigh, giving her a halfhearted smile.
“Can I have twenty more minutes? I promise I’ll leave after that and let you give the table to someone else.”
She smiles, genuine and sweet, as she places her hand on your shoulder and makes a promise to bring some more bread before you leave.
The premise of it - the fact that she smiled in earnest and must know that you feel horrible, that she has her own deposit of pity for you - has you bringing your fingers up to your forehead and massaging that small, pulsating feeling by your temples. Because here you were, mentally cussing out the poor girl working minimum wage at the restaurant when the real subject of your wrath couldn’t even be bothered to show up.
And you hate that the negativity, the frustrations of the situation, seem to bleed into everything else. Because you’ll find yourself being upset with Yuri, but then suddenly it turns into a blind agitation to everything. The barista, for not making your coffee right, your co-workers asking to switch shifts so they can go on a trip with their partners, the laundry machine when it stops working.
Your phone starts incessantly buzzing on the table, the smallest glimmer of hope sparking in your chest at the sound. And instantly dies, when you realize it’s just the Emergency Room calling you.
You slide open the call, pressing the phone to your ear.
“This is Tokyo Metropolitan Hospital. Is this a miss Y/N L- wait.” Megumi states into the phone, mumbling off the speaker.
You press the phone harder to your ear, to try to catch the end of the conversation that Yuuji must be having with Megumi.
“Y/N. Right, hi!” he states, voice halfheartedly cheery, which is already odd enough for him.
“Hi Megumi. Why are you calling me on my day off?” you deadpan, that backlogged deposit of irritation coming in hot and fresh for the sweetest resident you have.
“Right. Um, we have a mister Satoru Gojo in the Emergency Room who has you listed as his Emergency Contact. He’s kind of in bad shape so we were going to call regarding-”
“Gojo? I’ll be there in ten.” you respond, shoving the phone into your purse and leaving the tip flat on the tablecloth. You give the waitress - standing there with that restocked bread in her hand - a polite wave on the way out and speed as fast as you can to the hospital.
--
You march into the ER, rubbing warmth into your biceps, to find Megumi at the nurses station, as always, flirting with the pink haired student nurse he’s taken a keen liking to.
“Hey. Where is he?” you ask, Yuuji and Megumi turning their heads to give you half hearted smiles. It’s only the start of the night shift, but by the way their shoulders are already sagging, you can tell whoever has to deal with them has a long night ahead of them.
“Right sooooo. We can’t decipher any of his paperwork. We need you to read it first and then you can see him. He’s in room eleven.” Yuuji states, giving a peachy smile, as you scan over Gojo’s characteristic illegible handwriting.
“Jesus. He still writes like a twelve year old.” you murmur, filling out the sheet at the side with all the information Yuuji needed.
“You’re all dressed up, teach. What’s the occasion?” Megumi asks, lazily leaning his cheek in the palm of his hand.
“Ah. It’s my one year anniversary with Yuri. We were supposed to go to dinner.” you mumble, scratching the last of the information on the sheet and handing it to Yuuji.
You feel a hand sling around your shoulder and a distinct smell of smoke, only to find Shoko hanging off your frame.
“And yet here you are, because he didn’t show up.” she murmurs, earning you a set of wide eyes as you glare at Shoko. Because at their core, Yuuji and Megumi are first, definitely crushing on each other, and second, nosy as hell.
“And here you are. Destroying every last cell in your lungs, that are eagerly, earnestly begging you to stop.” you deadpan.
She flicks your nose as you finish filling out the sheet and reading through the paramedics report that was attached to his paperwork.
“Please tell me you attacked Yuri at the dinner table and that’s why you’re here. Fork to the hand? Spoon in the eye? Knife to the dick?” Shoko asks, excitedly.
“Didn’t you like take an oath? For the preservation of human life?” Megumi deadpans.
“No. I skipped that day of medical school.” Shoko replies.
“Gojo’s here, I’m still his emergency contact.” you respond back, giving her a pointed glare.
“What happened?”
You turn your head expectantly to Megumi, who obliges.
“His car got t-boned. He’s pretty roughed up.” Megumi responds.
You give Shoko a weary look, as you march to the other side of the unit, preparing yourself for whatever roughed up version of Gojo you were about to be greeted with. Because every interaction with Gojo was a rush of emotions - good, bad, sweet, and ugly - but this might be the biggest thing you’ve ever had to stomach yet.
“So. Who is this Satoru guy? I’ve never heard of him before.” Megumi asks Shoko, giving Yuuji an all knowing glance.
“Her ex-boyfriend.” Shoko responds.
“No way. Before that asshat Yuri?” Yuuji asks, suddenly too invested in the story all together.
“Well, obviously. He taught as a professor at the same medical school she attended.”
“Y/N dated a professor?” Megumi asks, tone incredulous.
“I mean that’s one way to get through I guess.” Yuuji adds.
Shoko smacks the top of Yuuji’s head, earning a fit of laughter from the two of them for his stupid comment.
“You need to focus on your nursing exams instead of flirting with Megumi on your fifteen. It would do you some good to flirt with your preceptor. And no, he was just a fellow doing research at the time. They were best friends for a good few years, had that whole will they won’t they vibe going on.” Shoko responds.
“So….did they?” Megumi asks.
“They did. To be honest, I can’t really remember why they broke up. Something stupid.” Shoko shrugs, giving the two of them shoves on the shoulder before walking past the hall, to find you standing in front of the door. Your hand is resting against the handle, but you have yet to yank down and push yourself in.
“Are you warming up the handle or…?”
You’re thrown out of your train of thought to find Shoko at your side, hands buried deep in her white coat as she gives you a weary glance. To anyone else, Shoko would seem wildly disinterested, almost annoyed at how you were acting. But you know better and can see that small twinge of concern buried under her long eyelashes, the hint of it in her voice.
“Oh. Um…no. Just got lost in thought.” you murmur, staring at the faded eleven on the marker.
“About?”
You swallow hard, the warm tears filling your eyes.
“I haven’t talked to him in so long. And the last time we talked we were arguing over…..leaving dishes in the sink. Breaking up. If I walk in there and he’s dead, that’s going to be the last thing I ever said to him.” you whisper, air grating against your throat.
Shoko puts a hand on your shoulder and squeezes once..
“He’s not dead. The monitor tech would have picked up on that.”
“The monitor tech? Are we talking about the same monitor tech? Because Nobara is too busy flirting with the phlebotomist Maki to ever do her job. They’re worse than Megumi and Yuuji.”
Shoko scoffs, before rolling her eyes at you.
“No one is worse than Megumi and Yuuji. Yuuji knocked the entire crash cart over when he clocked in because Megumi complimented his Star Wars themed scrubs.”
You snort, shaking your head, as you take a deep breath in and push the handle down. Shoko gives you a warm smile as you walk in and flick the lights on, only to see Satoru, sitting up in bed and lazily scrolling through the TV channels.
He looks over at you first, his eyes going wide, as you walk up to him and cup the side of his cheek. The tears that were welling in your eyes are falling in full flesh, at the sight of him all battered and bruised.
His snow white hair is matted red, an angry, glaring scratch on his forehead. His arm is littered with tiny cuts, with a good amount of dressing on his torso, the red blood already seeping through and the look on his face so broken and tired that it makes your heart twinge.
“Satoru.”
He smiles, albeit a little confused, as he looks up at you and brings his hand up to yours, where it’s resting against your face.
“Hey princess.”
You laugh through your sprout of tears, which has the smallest smile turning up on his cut up lips and the soft, faint smile lines appearing near his eyes.
“You here to patch me up, doc?” he whispers.
You shake your head incessantly, which has him rolling his eyes.
“Not today.”
“Shame. I heard having sex is really good for patient recovery.”
You smack his shoulder, biting hard down on your cheeks that Satoru Gojo, in full flesh, is okay. Because he still has the audacity to flirt with you, even when he’s near death in the hospital.
“I’m going to look at your chart, okay?”
You let go of his face and find yourself in front of the computer, logging in with your credentials, and trying to pull up his chart as fast as you can.
“If I found out you got into this accident because you were trying to find the perfect song before you got home, I’m going to put your head on a stick, Satoru Gojo” you murmur, earning a laugh from him.
“First and foremost, you always have to close the drive home on a banger. Sue me.”
“I think I might just.”
“And contrary to your beliefs, this accident actually wasn’t my fault. They crashed into me, naturally, because I do no wrong. Ever.” he states.
“Right.” you chuckle.
You read over the report, making it a point to berate Yuuji for his shitty charting later, as you look through his vital signs and blood cultures that were taken when he arrived here.
“So do all doctors dress like they’re about to go clubbing or is it just you?”
You look down, only now noticing that you’re still wearing the a-line dress from the dinner you were supposed to have with Yuri. You make a mental note to shoot him a text after checking with Satoru after, knowing all too well that with how busy Yuri is, you standing him up would throw him over the edge.
“Just me. I really love to put on a show for my patients, Gojo. And what clubs are you going to where people dress like this?” you mutter, clicking through the scans that were taking.
“I appreciate the lengths you go to for me. It’s always what I loved about you. And I exclusively attend Taylor Swift night at the Underground” he states, placing his hands on his chest.
You look over and glare at him, before reading through the treatment plan. When you look over Nanami’s notes, you feel your heart drop and turn over to look at him. At his bright, blue eyes so wide and unaware, the look on his face so…innocent it bothers you. That in a few hours, he’s going to be in unspeakable pain while he recovers.
The door opens and Nanami and Yuuta are standing at the door, Nanami already scoffing at you.
“That’s confidential patient information, Dr. L/N.” Nanami states, voice stern. He hands you a jacket, which you pull on, as you hike your hands under your biceps and talk to him.
“You were going to tell me all of it anyways. So…what’s the plan here?” you grumble, settling next to Gojo at the side of his bed, placing your hands in his nearly pink hair.
“Well. I’m going to-”
“The surgical resident has to be Yuuta, I don’t trust that dumbass Todo to do it. You have to use prolene stitches, I don’t want his skin to scar and don’t leave him under for too long. He’s never been one to suit medications well. Don’t play any rap music when you’re operating, he hates that type of stuff and-”
Nanami puts his hands square on your shoulders, squeezing once.
“Thank you, Dr. L/N. We’ll talk all details after, okay?” Nanami states, voice soft, as you turn over to look at Gojo.
Gojo gives you a weak smile, which you return, before pushing his hair off of his forehead, and lightly brushing through the white tresses as he looks at them.
“Give it to me straight, Kento Bento.” Satoru states, earning an eye roll from Nanami who's clearly unamused. But you can tell he doesn’t mind it all too much, because in the monotony of shitty patients, he’s always been one to appreciate the sweet jokesters. And Satoru’s the biggest clown there is.
“It’s a relatively easy procedure, Satoru. We’re just going to go in and repair the damage that you sustained to your digestive tract from the crash. Do you have any questions for me?” Nanami asks.
“Can I request that she’s not in there when it happens?” Satoru asks, looking up at you.
“Hey. I can-”
“Yes. We’ll make sure of it.” Yuuta responds.
“Thank you, Yuuta.” Gojo responds, giving him a smile.
“We’ll be around in an hour to take you to surgery.” Nanami states, ignoring the pointed glare you were giving him as he strolls out of the room.
You turn to Gojo, the overstimulation of the past ten minutes really hitting you, as you feel your brain short circuit while he’s looking at you. You try to focus on the sensation of his hair in your hand and that pulsating beat that you’ve been feeling for his wrist, but you can’t really process any of it.
Every high and low you’ve experienced in the past few minutes - the elation in Gojo’s voice, the pain from seeing him suffering, how he’s still the same as you left him- it’s enough to abandon any rational thought processes from occurring in your head. And it leaves you standing there, silently, with your hands on him.
“Hi Y/N.”
“Hi ‘Toru.”
He smiles at the nickname, reaching forward to lace his fingers through yours.
“I was driving and then…I wasn’t. I looked up and all I could see was the stoplight above me, then the flashing lights of the ambulance, and now…you….looking at me like that. Your brain isn’t the only one hurting right now.”
“Looking at you ike what?” you murmur.
“Like you’re in pain, Y/N.” he states, emphasizing his syllables.
You shake your head, fighting down that wave of worry that’s sitting in your skin.
“You know, Kento’s a really good doctor. And Yuuta…he’s like the most promising surgical resident. And even then, I-I can get another senior surgeon if you don’t want a student. And-and it really won’t hurt that bad and I’ll make sure they give you all the good meds and-”
“Y/N.”
“Sorry. I’m sorry. I’m rambling. I know you’ve always hated that and I just-”
“I don’t hate it. Just, slow down for a second…talk me through all this because I really don’t know what’s going on and you know I don’t like not knowing.”
You pull up the chair, messing with his hands as you talk.
“You have to get surgery. The impact you had when you crashed led to-”
“Y/N. I know all of that already. I’m asking about you.”
You frown, swallowing hard, as you run your fingers along the scratch on his knuckles.
“You never update your current information.”
“Huh?”
“You….you never canceled the stupid Hulu subscription when we got the Disney Plus bundle. And you kept having to trek all the way across town to get the mail, because you forgot to change the address when we moved, and you-”
“I don’t really see how-”
“You forgot to change your emergency contact, Satoru. After we broke up, you-you forgot to call them and tell them that they shouldn’t call me.” you hum, as Gojo’s hand tightens in it’s hold around yours.
“Oh shit, Y/N. Sweetheart, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
You lurch up from your chair, tangling your arms around his neck as you crackle his head into your frame, that incessant stream of tears pouring down your eyes as he brings his own arms around yours.
And it feels too fast, because suddenly Nanami and Yuuta are back at your sides, giving you sympathetic glances as they wheel Gojo away and you’re left standing in the hallway, flat against the wall, every horrible outcome of the next four hours playing through your head.
--
On hour five, already a bad sign, you’re sitting flat against the floor with a jello cup in your hand and in Megumi’s spare pair of scrubs. They’re both sitting at your sides, the dead quiet of the night shift leaving them with you.
“Kento likes to be really careful, Y/N. That’s all it is.” Megumi states, giving his best attempts at calm reassurance.
“And Yuuta’s great. We all love Yuuta, he’s sweet….intelligent. He’s more than capable to do this.” Yuuji adds.
You crack through every last bone in your finger, the entire interaction playing over in your head.
“I-I just went in there so fast. And the time was so…so short that I didn’t even say much to him.” you respond, sighing.
“When’s Yuri coming?”
You turn your head to the side, in confusion, before you register Yuji’s words all together.
“Why would he-”
You panic, remembering that you had never texted Yuri back, that he’s probably fuming in his own pit of rage right now at his apartment, cursing your name to god knows what degree. You reach for your phone in your pocket, only to find no notifications from him. You scroll up on the chat, only to find that he hadn’t texted you the entire day, yesterday.
His last text read April 28th, a reminder that he needed you to pick up his drycleaning for his golf game this weekend.
“He’s really an asshole, isn’t he?” you spit.
You see Megumi and Yuuji give each other wide eyed looks over the top of your head, as you click your phone shut and let it fall to the ground.
Because in the dim lights of this hospital, with Satoru’s blood, some of it still smeared on the side of your hand, you feel like you’re seeing clearly for the first time in years.
That really, Yuri in actuality, is not the one for you. And it’s not that he’s a bad guy, he’s honorable in some sense really, but what he gives isn’t even a fraction close to what you want.
He’s tall and lanky. The type of guy to represent every portion of the food triangle in the three meals he ate. He wakes up at five in the morning to go to the gym before an entire day at work, and still somehow finds time to read and run a personal wellness blog when he gets home.
He’s classy, in every sense of the term. The exact type of man you envision when you think of someone put together, wholly and fully. On top of their shit, living their best life, one that people aspired to.
And that was in no way what you wanted.
You wanted Satoru. Satoru who convinces you that there’s still enough room for a little treat after dinner, despite the fact that you both stuffed yourself full at the restaurant. He sleeps in late on the weekends, pressing lazy kisses to your skin to wake you up before entirely botching the whole breakfast in bed thing he was trying to impress you with.
He was real, in every sense of the term. The type of person you envision when you imagine the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. He’s funny, he’s kind and he most certainly would never leave you stranded at a restaurant on your one year anniversary. Because Satoru Gojo certainly wasn’t classy, but he was honorable. And if he promised to be somewhere, he’d be there early, making sure everything was perfect before you got there.
And right now, two of your most trusted co-workers had their hands inside his body cavity, trying to fix the mess in there.
--
When Gojo comes to, there’s an aching soreness in his torso and neck. He can feel the tense pressure around his arms too, bandages wrapped around every square inch of his body. But that warm feeling around his wrist was entirely different from the rest.
He opens his eyes to find you, fast asleep with your head down on the side of his bed and your hand secured tightly around his wrist. Your breaths are slow, so deep in your sleep that you don’t even process Satoru moving around you amidst your slumber.
He brings his hand down to your hair and watches you lean into his touch, nuzzling your head closer to the blanket. Your hair is messy at this point, bunched up at the top of your head in the messiest knot he’s seen you sport yet.
There’s a knock at the door and Yuuji is standing there, a small smile on his face.
“Good morning, Mr. Gojo. Welcome back.”
Satoru smiles as he moves to his side and starts to hook him up to the monitors, taking a set of fresh vitals.
“How are you feeling?”
“Just sore, Yuuji. How are you?”
“Ah. Night shift. Same old.”
“Is that little emo you like here?”
Satoru watches Yuuji’s cheeks go bright pink, as he starts fumbling with the cuff around his hand.
“Ah, you mean, Megumi? Y/N’s resident? No, he-he’s off tonight.” he stumbles.
“Shame. Nothing like flirting on the night shift.” Satoru states, clicking his tongue.
“Oh, I don’t flirt with-”
“Well, you should. He’s cute. And a doctor. Someone is going to snatch him up real fast.” Satoru states, definitively.
“Mr. Gojo, I don’t know if-”
“Trust me. I know all too well. People swoop in for the doctors before you can even fight to get them back.” Satoru states, reaching down to tuck your hair behind your ear.
“Well, I-”
“I’m just saying, kid. Swoop in before it’s too late.” he states, giving him a smile.
“Yeah. Sure, I-I will. Do you need anything else, Mr. Gojo?”
“Can you get her a blanket? She always gets allergies when it’s too drafty in the room she’s sleeping in.”
Yuuji smiles, tapping on the railings of the bed.
“Sure thing.”
And Yuuji curses himself for doing it, for meddling, but he pokes his head into the room one last time before leaving.
“And just so you know. You….sometimes you think it’s too late to swoop. But it’s actually like…the perfect time. To swoop….like a bird or something, I don’t know-” Yuuji stammers.
And when Yuuji leaves and Gojo is able to process his words, he’s trying his best to wipe the smile off of his face.
--
“Hey, Megs. How are his vitals today?” you ask, swiveling over in your chair.
Megumi, irritated with your constant pestering, has had enough of his fill today. He swings his own chair around, tugging at the stethoscope around his neck, as he glares at you.
“For the hundredth time, your little boo boo bear is just fine. We’re planning to discharge tomorrow.”
You frown, reaching for the closest item - a roll of gauze - and throw it square in his face.
“He’s not my boo boo bear. And I’m just checking. You know he could have complications after the surgery like inf-”
“Infection, hypotension, septic shock, multiple system organ failure, yeah yeah. I know. I graduated top of my class at medical school, you know?”
“And yet here you are, being taught by Shoko. You’re clearly not that great if you’re being trained by a girl who cheated her way through medical school.”
“I’m going to leave. And when I’m gone, you’re going to be really pissed because you’re going to be stuck with some idiot that can’t even take vitals.” Megumi deadpans, swiveling back to his computer.
“No, you’re not. You’d never leave your boo boo bear hanging. Especially since he’s planning on asking you on a date tomorrow.”
“He’s not asking me on a date.” Megumi responds.
You smile, trying to swallow your laugh as you respond.
“Oh, sure he is. And-”
Your phone timer goes off, as you gleefully sprint out of your chair, and down the hall to Satoru’s room. Nanami’s in there, unwrapping his bandages, as you knock and enter to make your presence known. At the sight of you, Nanami’s glaring as you drag the chair up and sit at his side.
“Y/N. You should be working.”
“I’m on my lunch. And I’m allowed to do whatever I want for lunch.”
“You should eat something, Y/N. Instead of bothering our patients.” Nanami scolds, as he shuts the door behind you and you turn to Satoru.
Satoru looks way better, the bruising on his skin fading to yellow and the cuts all around his skin healing. He’s smiling softly, a hand cupping your cheek as he talks.
“Good morning, Y/N.”
“Hi Satoru.”
“You know, you really should eat something on your lunch break.”
“You know, you really should keep your annoying opinions to yourself.” you respond.
He scoffs, moving his hand to mess up your hair, as you swat his hands off.
“So.” Satoru states.
“So?”
“A little birdie told me that you broke up with Yuri last night.”
“Well, your little birdie was wrong. As nosy as he is, he clearly doesn’t know how to listen.”
You both laugh, Gojo slightly dejected by your response, as you lace your hands through his, and smile at your hands firmly pressed together.
“Yuuji’s got a bad case of the chismosa virus.”
“And you don’t? I heard you giggling with Shoko at the nurses station about how the emo is going to ask Yuuji on a date.”
“No, Yuuji's asking Megumi on the date. And okay, but that’s actually a big deal. I’ve been trying to set that up for months.”
“Well, you can’t take credit because I’m actually the one who got Yuuji to do it.”
You frown, reaching forward to pinch his cheeks.
“Shut up. It’s only the months of build up, that I basically created, that’s making him do it.”
“Well, I pushed him over the edge. So it’s my victory.”
You sigh, sitting back in your chair as you smile at him, at how easily you both fall back into this.
“How about we both did it?” you ask, giving him a smile.
“Sure. We always did make a good team.” he responds, making your cheeks burn.
You reach for his blanket and start moving his gown to inspect the incision, trying to make sure that the site wasn’t getting infected, from when you checked yesterday. .
“Okay, pervert. I didn’t realize you were into voyeurism.” Satoru says, incredulously.
“Gojo. Do you even know what voyeurism means?”
“Yeah. It’s people who like to have sex in public.”
You snort, moving the edge of the gown as you note the clean sutures, healing well along the length of his torso.
“That is not what voyeurism means, dumbass.”
“Sorry. I didn’t realize I was fighting with the sex kink expert here.”
“I-I’m not a sex kink expert! You’re just fucking stupid.”
“Oh, shut up.”
You roll your eyes, as you settle back into the chair, reaching forward to cup his face. He smiles, soft and warm, which you return.
“You’re healing really well. It’ll just be a faint line, right around your torso when you’re out of here.” you murmur.
“It kinda looks like I got my legs cut off and someone sewed them back on.” he murmurs.
“That’s not funny.” you deadpan, glaring at him.
“Kinda funny. That’s a really unfortunate way to die.” he responds.
“I know there’s a universe out there where that actually happens to you. And I know for a fact that Satoru doesn’t think it’s funny at all.”
“Okay, Doctor Strange. Let’s pipe down there, alright? Even if that did happen to me, I’d come back from it. Because guess what?”
“Don’t say it.” you groan.
“Because I’m the strongest.”
“You know that never gets less annoying right?”
“You love it.” he responds, reaching forward to pinch your cheek.
You look down, at your hand tangled in Satoru’s as you find a way to broach the topic. That for all intents and purposes, that you want nothing to do with Yuri. That you want him, that you do love his stupid jokes, that you’d beg on your hands and knees for him to take you back because-
“Do you want to go to the aquarium on Friday?” Satoru asks.
“The aquarium?”
“Yeah. We can take a picnic basket, eat on the lawn outside afterwards.” Satoru says.
You swallow the lump in your throat, aggressively nodding in response.
“Yeah. That sounds nice. We can um-carpool.”
“Sure. It’s a date.” he responds, leaning into his pillow with a soft smile on his face.
You bite down the stupid smile that’s rising to your cheeks, as you close your eyes, humming in agreement.
“Yeah. It’s a date.” you whisper back.
--
Eight days after the fact and Yuri, in his infinite wisdom, finally comes through. That’s when he musters the courage to bring himself to your apartment, where Satoru has been staying with you since he was discharged. And when Satoru answers the door, Yuri’s all levels of pissed.
“Who are you?” Yuri asks.
“I’m the owner of this house.” Gojo responds, trying not to laugh at his own joke.
“Did Y/N move?”
“No, dumbass. It was a joke.” he responds, rolling his eyes.
Satoru leans off of the door frame, calling for you, as you join him at his side.
“Hey, you okay? I was planning on making lunch for- oh.”
Satoru smiles, reaching forward to ruffle your hair, before he shuffles away.
“Holler if you need me.”
You shoot Satoru a grateful smile, infinitely thankful that the two of you were able to pick up right where you left off, as you turn to Yuri in your doorway.
“Where were you on Saturday?” he asks, arms crossed over his chest.
You swallow hard, rehearsing the speech you had prepared with Satoru when you were tangled in his arms last night, and make your best attempt to deliver the blow the best you can.
“Yuri. I think we should stop seeing each other.”
“What?”
“I just don’t think that we’re really compatible. You and I are…on different wavelengths. And you deserve someone who is better suited to you and your….interests.” you murmur, awkwardly rubbing your arms on your arms.
In actuality, you feel a little bit bad. That technically, you might have been…a little bit dishonest with Yuri. Because you’re having this conversation with him, days after the fact, when you’ve already done god knows what with Gojo in the past few days he’s been back with you. He’s all but living in your apartment at this point, under the premise of needing twenty four hour medical support, when really, you’re both just soaking up on time you lost.
Time is so precious, that you forgot to tell Yuri until he showed up, on your doorstep. You finally understand why Yuri was late to things, because whatever he was doing when he wasn’t with you, must have been keeping him occupied the way this was keeping you occupied.
Because you kept planning on calling him, but then Gojo would take you out to breakfast. Or you’d sleep in too late and then knew that you’d be interrupting Yuri at work. And the list, it went on and on and led you to this moment and it’s painfully awkward.
And maybe it’s bad, a little bit evil even, but that small bit of bad feeling is overshadowed by every bit of good that you’ve felt in the past few days. At Gojo ordering dessert out of nowhere, that he insists he’s sharing with you before he eats almost the entire thing, or when he drags you to the bathroom when he’s doing his night time hair care routine.
“Where were you? On Saturday?”
“Look, I just got called into work, okay?”
“Are you…are you serious? Don’t tell me you’re really dating that dumbass who just answered the door?”
“Frankly, it’s none of your business who I date anymore because you…you aren’t really a part of my life anymore. And we’re not dating, we’re just-”
“God. He flashes one pretty smile at you and you go running back to him? Need I remind you, that you complained about him for months on end. About how he’s messy, he’s careless, he’s-”
“That stuff doesn’t matter. At least not anymore.”
“You’re a bitch, you know that?”
You feel Gojo padding behind you, and you put your hand up in the air, signaling for him to stay where he is.
“Do you really want to know where I was on April 29th? On our one year anniversary, I was sitting in a shitty restaurant, for an hour and a half waiting for you to show up. When I hadn’t heard from you all day. And then I got a call, that the man that I love was in the hospital, and then I was at his side. Willing him to wake up, because I would be so fucking angry, so fucking pissed if he died and I didn’t get to tell him that he meant the world to me.”
Yuri swallows hard, the look of betrayal etched on his face.
“Are you trying to hurt me right now? Do you get some kind of sick gratification from killing the one you love?” he asks.
“I’d argue that my way is nicer actually. One fell swoop, with the truth out there. The slowest way to kill someone is never loving them enough. And honestly, it’s just cruel. And of course, something that you were too skilled at.”
You’re not sure what it is about what you said, but suddenly Yuri’s stomping down the hallway and you’re shutting the door, as the tears start pouring out of your eyes and you’re leaning against the door.
Now that Yuri’s gone, Satoru’s shed all his inhibitions and he’s cradling you straight in his arms, his soft voice cooing in your ear as you hiccup into his chest.
“Hey. You did so good, princess.”
“I-I’m not crying because I’m sad. I still…I still want you, you know?”
Satoru smiles, bringing his hands up to cup your cheeks in his hand and wipe your tears away.
“I know that, sweetheart. I’m irresistible.” he murmurs.
You lightly shove him, before resting your head against his torso, hearing the rapid beating of his heart under your ear.
“I’m just really relieved. That you-that you’re-”
You look up, at his sparkling blue eyes, the tiny fractals of color like perfectly constructed, charted constellations in his eyes.
“I’m glad you’re here. Again.”
He smiles wide, leaning forward to press his lips to your forehead.
“Me too, yeah?”
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