𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬

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𝑰 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓, coming forward to rest my chin in the palm of my hand as my elbow was propped up on my desk. The events of yesterday left me feeling extremely tired today, from collecting Kugisaki to us having to convince the karaoke food spots' manager that Gojo wasn't a random perv recording us but our teacher.

Suddenly, I feel something light bounce off my head onto the desk in front of me. A scrunched piece of paper??

Huh??

Turning in the direction it came from, my eyes meet Yujis, who signals at me to open it.

Waiting for Gojo to turn back around, i throw the note back at him as it also bounces off his head onto the desk in front of him, not even waiting a second to open it.

Before Yuji could throw anything back at me. Gojo tells us class is over and i mentally let out a long sigh of relief, if i stayed in this room any longer and had to listen to him keep yapping about curses, sometimes getting distracted and telling stories of his own about exorcising curses, i might've died and come back as one myself.

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"Oh and Y/N, Yuji." he sung our names as he was cleaning the blackboard behind him, causing us to turn around, before walking out the classroom.

"If you're going to be passing notes in my class, make it a little less obvious." even though he's not looking at us, we can hear the smile in his voice.

"Sorry Gojo." we say in unison, and i whack the back of Yuji's head, running off as he chases me.

"idiots." Megumi mutters as Nobara nods at his words, following the two 'idiots' who were already down the hallway, running round the corner.

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Gojo sat at his desk, resting his chin on his intertwined hands, looking at the vacant seats of the empty classroom in front of him, his eyes landing on a particular seat of someone he knew too well, he thought he knew too well. The fragments of history began to appear in front of him, his memories like a projector as they played out all over again. The fun he had in this room all those years ago when he was a student here, with his best friend- his only true friend, who saw him for who he really was, now a ghost of the past haunting his present.

He knew he'd do anything to go back and have a second chance, to do things right this time, to save the people who weren't saved. Because maybe then, just maybe, he'd still have his best friend and he wouldn't feel so alone anymore.

Gojo clenches his jaw for a second before standing up to leave the room, his eyes lingering on the seat momentarily before walking out, not looking back, leaving the mistakes of the past that he can no longer fix behind.Yet, he can't help but wonder,

𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎?

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