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Homecoming Dance, October the Sixth, Twenty-Twenty-Three.
It was the night of Homecoming. The gym was dark and the music was deafening. It was the most exciting day of your life. Everything had led up to this day where you would make your move. You had been eyeing Gojo for a long time, and he was the sexiest guy at your school and the most popular. All the boys wanted to be with him, all the girls wanted to be with him, all the non-binary peeps wanted to be with him, even the feral cats that live under the portables.
"I hope gojosenpi notices me." You were eating cup noodles in the gym that cost an astounding two whole dollars, but at least it was warm and the ladies who served it to you were nice. How you got into the gym without a staff person confiscating your noodles and telling you off is a complete mystery. God must want you to be eating cup noodles, and he must also want you to confess today. Well, you didn't actually buy the cup noodles. They were on the ground on the gym floor. But even then, IT WAS FATE.
You looked across the dark room for him. You could barely see anything through the neon strobe lights, mist, and feet, but you were determined to meet your senpi today. Sauce dripping down your face, you locked eyes with him. With a hundred people in the gym doing the cha-cha slide, you were afraid of getting crushed. With trepidation, you slithered your way over to Gojo.
Now you were right across from him, and your five worm hearts started pounding in time to the loud music.
You'd known Gojo for years. Lifetimes, actually. It had been lifetimes since you'd seen him, and he was just as handsome as you remember him. Your lover in a past life.
You had been cursed to be reincarnated as a worm, plopped into the middle of a highschool homecoming dance. This was your fate now.
Now that you are staring him down, some recognition glimmers in his eyes.
His form is laying on the floor. His hands are waving in the air like he just doesn't care, but his body is supine to the ground, his head turned towards you. And that is when you come to the realization that he has no butt. Or rather, no legs at all.
You see his legs disconnected from his body a ways away. They are kicking like they're doing the cha-cha slide, but with them being separated from his body, they’re just kicking in the air uselessly.
Then suddenly, Gojo’s legs get up on their feet and walk over to you as his head looks at you from afar, as if you’re miles away.
The legs approach your tiny worm body, and Gojo yells at you from where his abdomen lays across the dark, disgusting gym.
You ask him, “Would you still love me if I was a worm?”
But he cannot hear you, because worms cannot speak.
His legs were right there, as seggc as ever. Everything was sexy, you couldn't stop mentioning it. Even now that he's been chopped in half, he's still incredibly sexy. Gojo is so sexy.
Anyways.
You stare at the lower half of his body. All you can see is his toes, really, since you're in this pathetic worm form.
For a moment, you have hope. Gojo is staring directly at you. You think you imagine a bit of love left in his eyes. You think he still loves you, even if you're a worm.
And then his foot moves. Then his legs. They move upon you.
They cast a great shadow. You'd always been afraid of the dark; he used to hold you through the night in your past life together, and it gave you courage. Something in you hopes that it could be a reality again.
But then the shadow gets larger and larger, and then all you can see is the bottom of his shoe.
It is the void that is approaching, here to herald your end.
And then there was nothingness. Nothing but the dark you'd always feared.
(〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃) THE END (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡