“man, i really need some coffee for today…”
gojo has had a long day of battling curses. being a near middle age teacher with exhausting students was no easy feat. he needed a coffee from nearby, and he had heard a new one opened up around campus. on his break, he decided to check it out. but he only had 30 minutes so he speed walked.
“man.. you know, it would be easier to teleport, but i don’t even feel like scaring civilians…” gojo was running out of breath, turning a corner to finally see the place. a cute little sign and flowers at the front. looked brand new and was sort of small. but yuji said it was good, so he figured, why not?
gojo walked in, panting and looking down at his phone. the higher ups were giving him a damn headache again. he was so over it he just wanted to get away from them for at least a second.
“tch.. who do those old f*cks think they are…” he mumbled to himself.
he tucked his phone away in his back pocket, rubbing his temples and arriving at the counter. he really just needed to get out of this annoyed state with some sugar, like always.
“hello, what can i get you?”
gojo, pulls out his wallet, looking down into his pocket to get it.
“hi, can i get a-“
*clank*
his wallet hit the tiled floor of the cafe. the clank noise was the button hitting the floor as he stood there, his jaw agape. he couldn’t move at all. his heart wasn’t beating yet racing all at the same time. what was this? was this a dream…?
“um, sir? what would you like?”
gojo gulped. no, there was no way. but… black, long flowing hair that cascaded down the man’s back. he was his height, 6’3”. defined muscles that outlined his dark blue uniform shirt and cat like eyes that were somehow heart warming with embers hidden within the brown irises. it somehow sparked a feeling of nostalgia within gojo’s sore heart. there was no doubt. but.. but how..
“suguru?”
the man across gojo furrowed his eyebrows.
“um…”
gojo put a finger up, pointing at who looked to be geto. his hands were clammy, and his forehead was slicked with cold sweat.
“suguru. what the hell..?”
“um, sir.. would you still like anythi-“
“don’t play dumb with me suguru!”
gojo yelled at the top of his lungs, startling the other customers, and especially the man across him. geto stared back at gojo, horrified, as if gojo were a six eyed monster.
“sir… i’m sorry, do i know you?”
the cashier trembled, feeling terrified of gojo’s gaze on him. gojo was certain it was him. why was he acting completely clueless? like he didn’t even remember him? why was he even still alive after what happened all those years ago? was this real?
no. gojo had to play this cool. he cannot start a scene in the middle of a cafe. he’d figure this whole debacle later.
“i… sorry sir, my apologies. i mistook you for another.” gojo gulped, feeling embarrassed and flustered. all eyes were on him.
“i’ll have an iced mocha.”
gojo finished the transaction and waited for his drink by a small table in the corner. the next 10 minutes after that went by kinda awkwardly. for a bit, people mumbled since gojo sticks out with white hair, blue eyes, and legs so long it should be criminal. causing a scene like that made him stand out like there was a huge spotlight on him. but after some time, the mumbling settled. and it was right as he got his coffee. from suguru.
“satoru?”
he read out his name from his order, echoing it through the cafe. his heart skipped a beat. that voice, saying his name again. it was haunting, like a ghost whispering in his ear. a long lost ghost of the past he didn’t even know was still here. what the hell?
“satoru!”
geto calling gojo’s name out again snapped him out of it. he rushed up to get his coffee.
“ah, yes, sorry sir. thank you.”
gojo grabbed his cup, his hand brushing against the hand of his old friend. it sent shivers down gojo’s spine that no curse could ever invoke, electricity shooting up from his finger tips to his chest. although it was only for a split second, that light touch was imprinted into his skin for eternity.
“have a good day sir.”
the man smiled. it was enough to make gojo’s knees weak. it took everything in him not to crumble to the floor and beg for this man. to be with him even if he somehow wasn’t geto. a smile, one so genuine it made his heart drop to the earth’s core. he hadn’t seen suguru’s smile, his authentic, true smile, since they were teenagers. nearly 20 years ago. he almost wanted to cry. but he held his head up and grabbed his drink.
“… you too.”
gojo turned around, speed walking out of the cafe. as soon as he was out, tears. waterfalls down his red cheeks, ones that he could not hold back. he wiped away his tears, drinking his coffee in frustration. dammit, what the hell was that? was that actually suguru? was he playing some sort of game. f*ck, what the-
*principal butthead calling*
oh f*ck. what time was it?
12:40.
gojo was f*cking late!
