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—In which Gojo gets mad at you for being 'clingy' so you make him eat his words.
A/n: Somebody buy me a new cart mine is emptier than my tear ducts after crying so fucking hard writing this.
<<part two, part three, final part>>
“Hi baby!!” Smiling, you set your things down on the counter before coming over to him.
“Hi,” Gojo gave you a dry response, his eyes glued to the tv. He had a day off and honestly just spent it lying around.
Your brows furrowed at his dry tone, usually he’d be all over you. Maybe he was just having an off day. “How was your day?” You smiled at him anyway and plopped down on the couch beside him, “haven’t seen you all day.”
Gojo side eyed you for a second before looking away back to the tv. “It was fine.” Another dry response.
“Ummm… right, so do you wanna go and cuddle in bed? I literally missed you so m—“
“Can you not? Like you’re actually so clingy.” Gojo’s voice was sharp, and honestly really rude.
“…what do you mean…?” Sitting up a little more, you looked at him with a confused and hurt expression.
Gojo rolled his eyes and ran his hands over his face, “oh my fucking god- you always want to be around me and we’re always touching and god forbid I’m not around you for a fucking day. And when I’m on missions you’re always fucking texting me! Like I don’t get it, please just fuck off!”
The more he spoke the more he worked himself up, his voice raising as he snapped at you.
Your throat burned as tears threatened to spill, your hurt in your stomach as you listened to every word. “…oh.” Slowly, you nodded, “you’re right… that’s my bad.”
Getting up, you just left him in the living room and went into the bedroom. You sat on the bed and just stared at the wall. His words had been absorbed into your brain way too deep and suddenly you felt self conscious.
Were you really too clingy? Too loving and touching? Were you too much?
Swallowing thickly, you let out a shaky breath before getting dressed into one of your hoodies— which was weird in its own right because you always wore his clothes. Sliding on the hoodie, followed by a pair of leggings, fuzzy socks and shoes.
By the time Gojo was coming in, you had taken off your make up and tied your laces.
He eyed you weirdly before rolling his eyes, “don’t be pissed off. I just said the truth.”
Taking another shaky breath, you nodded, “Not upset. Just gonna head out, Nanami and his wife invited me over for a little get together.”
“Oh. Yeah. I’ll get dres—“
“No don’t worry about it. You stay home and relax.” You quickly replied for leaving without another word— no kiss, no hug or anything.
Gojo nodded to himself and smiled, “alright, now I get more alone time.”
Gojo hadn’t seen you in a week, and he was craving your touch, your scent and everything. He just wanted to hold you and sink his face into your neck. Walking into your shared home, he paused when he saw you packing a suitcase.
“Oh hey, welcome home.” You said, albeit a little dryly.
“…yeah… where are you going? I just got home.” Gojo frowned, brows furrowed.
“I have a mission that’ll last me a week or so. You’ll be fine without me.” You numbly replied, before grabbing your suitcase and moving to eat.
“You don’t even wanna eat dinner with me?” Gojo felt his chest ache and his breath halt. Why were you being so cold?
“Don’t have time. See you later.” You merely waved at him, before heading out. Leaving Gojo standing there in shock, confusion and a growing sense of sadness.
“Okay..?” He mumbled before walking to the couch. Sitting down in the same spot he’d sat in that week prior when he’d snapped at you.
During your mission, he’d texted you maybe 40 times. He hardly got a reply, and when he did it was dry. You never answered his calls.
And what’s worse? By the time you got home he had to go off again. He didn’t even get to see you in between. He felt touch starved, pent up and hurt.
But finally, finally when his mission was over and he came home, he saw you relaxing on the couch on your phone.
He sighed in relief, “hey baby, I’m home.” His voice hopeful for the reaction you used to give him.
“Welcome home.” You didn’t even look up from your phone. Too busy doom scrolling on Instagram.
Gojo felt his nerves tick, why weren’t you giving him the same affection you used too? God damnit he missed you.
“What’s going on with you?” He glared at you now, and set his things down before walking closer and taking your phone out of your hands.
“What are you talking about?” You just stared up at him, as if your own heart wasn’t aching.
“You don’t talk to me— ever! You don’t text me, call me, hell I hardly ever see you!” His hands lifted in the air just before falling back at his sides.
“What the hell are you on about? I’m just doing what you told me to.” You rolled your eyes before getting up. But Gojo pulled you right back.
“What do you mean? I never told you to just act like a stranger!” Gojo had your wrist in a tight grip.
“Yes you did? Remember? ‘You’re so fucking clingy’ and ‘why can’t you just fuck off’.” You poorly mimicked him, giving him an unimpressed look.
Your words had his mouth immediately closing. His heart clenching once-a-fucking-gain. “I- I didn’t mean that… I just… needed some space for a few days.”
“No you don’t talk to me like that and expect me not react this way. You were a fucking asshole to me for no goddamn reason, so I’m just giving you what you asked for.” You yanked your wrist from his grip. “God just pick a fucking lane. What do you want?”
“I-I—“
“I-I- shut the fuck up. I’m tired of this shit. You’re always away on missions, and whenever I try to love you or talk to you you’d just shut me down.” She snapped at him. “I’m making you eat your own fucking words. Just so I can do this,” pushing your finger into his chest, “I’m breaking up with you. My shits already packed up.”
“Wait— now wait a fucking minute! You can’t just drop me like that! I made one mistake!” Gojo was quickly trying to back peddle. No way you were trying to break up with him. No fucking way. You were the one he was supposed to marry, grow old with and have kids with. This is not supposed to happen.
“Yeah? Should’ve thought about that before being a shitty boyfriend. Now get the hell out of my way.” You pushed past him and grabbed your keys. “Now you can finally be all alone. Just like you wanted.” You spat before slamming the door behind you.
Gojo was just left standing there, mouth agape as he stared at the place you just stood.
He couldn’t comprehend what the hell just happened. He had just lost you, in what felt like 60 fucking seconds.
Slowly, he sat down, the house deathly silent. He’d been with you for only five months. No way he had fucked up this early? He’d been trying to get with you for so long and he’d finally had you— and just like that?
Fuck.
The tears started flowing before he could stop them.
Before the acceptance could settle in, first there was denial. “She’ll be running back to me when she realizes how good she had it with me.” He huffed to himself and turned on some random show to distract himself.
But that pain in his chest didn’t go away. And if you never came back? That pain would never go away.