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"ding dooong" gojo mimicked, "gojo, im so sorry we broke up lets fuck" the honoured one triesd copying getos voice. "ok sure!" he responded tl himself enthusiastically, raising his hands in the air with a kaboom motion.
it was repetive, every night in bed went the same way; cry, stare at phone, make up scenerios, stare, cry, stare at phone, make up scenerioes, repeat. over again until some miracle happended. maybe getos purple thoughtful eyes would stare into gojos, searching fowhat geto called the "real" him. getos stupid black bangs would get caught in the wind and gojo would fix it behind his ear. geto would swallow another curse ball and gojo would tease him for swallowing balls. or..geto would simply come back. come back to jujitsu high. come back and rewatch digimon with him, pretwnding not to like it. come back and stop with this nonsense, stop with all of it.
that mission with riko. gojo was supposed to guars, not die like some coward. he was the reason riko was shot. the reason the seed was even planted in the ravenettes stupid head. The reason geto had gone down the path geto did. he was the strongest, so why did he feel so fragile. so weak, so fucking desperate? something was wrong. a mistake in his coding. a patch not fkxed in hos armor. a design flaw. a problem. a bug needed to be fixed in him. and it was the boys fault. his fault gojo felt so breakable, like a porcelain doll cracking due to unfamiliar settings. a porcelain doll was meant to be used as decoration. not to be loved. love only cracks its skin.
so why couldnt he say no. why couldnt gojo just backed away when he started getting attached? why couldnt gojo just be..strong. twisting and turning in bed, aching for a name he couldnt even remember. the ravenette taught him how to lose withlut teaching gojo how to deal with losing. teaching him how to love without teaching him how to deal with losing them.
he was supposed to come back for gojo.
they were the strongest together afterall. they were thw star duo. they were supposed to be soulmates. they were the ying and the yang.
or maybe he had moved on. maybe gojo didnt win after all. maybe gojo had lost at the most important thing. maybe the gojo wished he had confessed. if he had just known that the didnt hve all the time in the world afterall. if he had just..accepted it. if he wasnt so scrws. if he didnt try to "just enjoy it". maybe the curse manipulater wouldve stayed, for him- for them. maybe instead of curling up into a ball alone he would be curled up against him instead.
or he wouldve rejected him. called him weird. "my fagoot best friend confessed" he would tell them. his purple glimmerikng eyes would be sparkled with disgust instead. were his eyes purple? maybe they were amber of brown. did he like shoko or gojo more? what was his name again?
i guess if you wear out a cds sound too much. it fails huh.