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arthenaa · 11 months

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college! graphic design artist! seb x fem! reader sneak peek (inspired by true events HAHAHA i projected me and my gfs experience on this)

an: might turn into a fic !! a mix of socmed au and writing. if ever i dont turn it into a fic, ill be uploading a completed ver soon of this whole meow meow. for now enjoy!

It was supposed to be a time for discussion. Thesis work was what you exactly hoped for; a pain in the fucking ass. It was mostly expected that you'd already have a planned group before the semester started as it was a course that would last for 3 whole semesters.

That meant you'd be spending a whole school year (basically) with that group of people.

Alas, your introverted self only relied on randomized groupings and you only had a very very small social group that had different schedules from yours. You were doomed and panicking.

Luckily with the help of your professor, whom you had discreetly approached with your problem after seeing that other groups had already filled in their required numbers— had placed you in a group of four who had still yet to find a 5th member. You were thankful, yes, however, the present predicament had proved to be quite troublesome for your performance on your first meeting.

Three of your groupmates were absent. Three.

You think it might be alright to work as a pair for now considering that one was out of town, one had org duties and the other was not feeling well but the anxiety of being in a new setting with new people wasn't really doing good for you right now.

You had to depend on this man for a short presentation due in like 2 hours and you were both doing nothing.

You look down at your notes, scribbles of possible topic ideas written haphazardly across the sheet of paper. Your eyes then flicker back onto the man sitting adjacent to your seat.

You forgot his name but his face was hard to miss. You first saw a glimpse of him hosting one of the school's functions and had a great relationship with most of your professors. He was a popular kid but a good one based on your assessment of character.

He was slouched on his seat, legs stretched out on the floor and crossed over one another. He lets out a yawn as he rests his cheek on his arm propped up on the armchair while his eyes never seemed to leave the screen of his Macbook.

He seems to be busy typing several things which made you slightly feel scared that he might've been doing things by himself and forgetting your presence.

This is obviously something you're entirely assuming as he looks up from his laptop and locks eyes with yours.

You immediately look down at your notebook and begin busying yourself with the tassels of your bookmark. A flush spreads across your cheeks at being caught staring.

How could you not stare? He was known to be friendly and someone you saw often due to his reputation and connections with various school organizations. He had an overall approachable personality and was practically an attention magnet.

And also because he was .... cute.

College life wasn't exactly as much fun as your older friends used to say. It was a nightmare and an obligation you had to begrudgingly attend to. Uni days consisted of you just trying to survive throughout the week so it's safe to say your love life was as dry as the fucking desert. It was super rare to see a guy this cute in your field.

You allow yourself to scan his fit for today. How could he make an outfit as mundane as a green sweater and jeans look so ... good? The rings adorning his fingers and the black strapped watch on his wrist added to the charm and you could only will yourself to not stare even further as you'd probably be deemed as a creep by this poor young guy.

"Hey," His voice snaps you from your reverie causing you to flinch in your seat. Your look up at him in surprise as he leans forward to catch your gaze. "Y/N Y/L/N, right?"

"U-Uh yeah?" You answer timidly, fiddling with the bracelet adorning your wrist. He smiles at your answer before responding.

"Um so, I've thought of a few topics right now. Can I share them with you?" He asks softly, aware of the quiet working ambiance of the room. You nod at his offer, body positioned to listen to his proposals.

However, he only stares at you as if he's expecting you to do something else. There's a moment of silence that leaves you confused and unsure if you did or said anything wrong. It doesn't take long before you began spiraling down in a chaotic mess of overthinking. You would expect him to tell you his intentions but you certainly didn't expect what he'd do next.

"Um uh, apologies in advance—" He smiles sheepishly as if to warn you of an incoming danger. You tilt your head in confusion before watching him as he leans down, arm grabbing the underside of your chair before effortlessly pulling you close to his side. The chair glides against the floor (thankfully it had guards on its legs so the noise wasn't all that ear screeching) and you yelped in surprise at the sudden movement, gripping your armchair in the process.

It seems to have caught your professor's attention and Sebastian only sends an apologetic smile for disrupting the silence. You turn to him with wide eyes.

"I — What?"

"Sorry. I was expecting you to move but you looked like you were about to have an aneurysm or something." He chuckles as a flush spreads across your cheeks. You huff out in embarrassment before directing your eyes toward the screen.

He starts off like the previous events didn't happen. It was kind of embarrassing for you to see him so nonchalant as if he didn't just fucking drag you by one arm. He lists off his ideas to which you nod in response. Up close, you could smell the scent of his cologne and the warmth emanating from his body. He had such a huggable physique and the scent only lulled you even further to your urges.

You begin to relay your ideas as well, stumbling and stuttering over your words but he only listens patiently. Taking in your ideas and even noting them in his document.

You felt oddly touched. He heaves a sigh of accomplishment as he scans over your topics and plans of presentation. There was about an hour left before the teacher would began calling names.

"Yeah. This is good. We can present this later." He seems impressed by your ideas and makes some edits before slightly bending down the screen of his laptop.

You shuffle in your seat, unnerved by the incoming silence that would again remind you of your troubles with social interactions. He, however, turns towards you much to your surprise. A pleasant smile is plastered on his lips. You're granted by a nice view of his face as the sunlight from the window lightly hits the back of his head, creating a halo of some sort.

Dear Gods. What are you implying by this.

Wait— What the fuck. Does he have a fucking dimple?

"Quite busy aren't we?" He asks, leaning back on the chair with his head turned towards yours. In your peripheral vision, you see his leg moving from side to side as he twirls his pen on one hand. "You seem to always have a lot of things to stay and yet, nothing."

"S-Sorry." You mumble, tucking a hair behind your ear. "I'm not good with..." You motion to the space between the two of you. "This."

"Ah." He nods in understanding. "It's alright. Although, I do want to say that I don't bite. So you can freely speak your mind here."

He flashes you a boyish grin that does wonders to your heart. You watch him run a hand through his curls.

"Do you even know who I am?" He raises his eyebrows expectantly before backtracking. "Well, to be fair I didn't introduce myself and I'm acting like a fucking bigshot or something. Not my intention at all!"

He raises his arms in defense, chuckling at his response. You smile softly at him.

"I-I know who you are," You reply. "It's just the name I'm having a hard time remembering."

"Oh?" He sits up. You feel his knee hit yours and you will yourself not to flinch as your body slightly tenses at the touch. "Well in that case. I'm Sebastian Sallow. ID 121."

"Ah, yeah," Your face lights up in recognition. "Yeah, I remember now— Sorry, I'm just really bad with names."

"It's alright." He shakes his head lightheartedly. "There's a lot of people in campus so I also have a hard time remembering as well."

Your hands fiddle with each other as you glance up at him. He still has his eyes locked on yours and you can't help but avoid his unwavering stare.

"... I also know who you are." He cuts the silence once more. You turn your attention back at him in surprise. You would call yourself delusional right now but with the way he's smiling at you, you can't help but assume he's being bashful for recognizing you.

You? Recognizable? As far as you were concerned, you were practically invisible to the public eye. Just an art student surviving on her own.

"Huh?"

"Um, we were classmates before actually," His grin is wide but uneasy. Like he's uncertain if saying this would ease the gap between the two of you. "On one of our graphic design courses? It was with Professor Garlick, if I recall correctly."

Oh?

"That 6 pm class back in the first semester?" You lean towards him, intrigued. He seems shocked at your sudden interest.

"Yeah. Miss loved your output and made a whole lecture about it." He recalls. You remember her praises about your final output. Gods. He was in that class? "Made a mark in my head for sure."

"That's embarassing." You whine in protest, palms against your face. He smiles in response.

"It was rather eye opening you know? A revolutionary moment for artists—"

"Stop please." You hold your hand out to stop him from further pulling you in a spiral downward to madness. He only smiles wider.

"For what it's worth, it was well-deserved to be praised and discussed for an hour and a half." He quips, teeth showing as he grins at your exasperated face.

"Has your friends ever told you you're quite insufferable?" You raise an eyebrow at him. Your voice holds a tone of teasing. He laughs in response.

"Don't remind me." He rolls his eyes, smile still beaming on his lips. "Besides, I was just merely telling the truth."

"Aha, right. Whatever makes you happy." You gently nudge his shoulder with the back of your hand. It was supposed to be a small innocent touch but with the way his smile fell and his eyes that immediately followed the motion of your hand, you could tell that there was something else going on in his head.

Before you could question it, he immediately recovers.

"Well, I still have three semesters to win you over." He sighs, dreamily. "I think that's a win."

"You mean a nightmare." You snort in reply. He laughs.

Your eyes glance at his crinkled eyes and face riddled with laughing lines as laughter bursts out of his lips. His laugh is melodic and something you could probably never get tired of hearing.

Your eyes widen at your thoughts. That was only a mere observation. Anyone sitting within a meter from him would also say the same.

Yes. yes. That's right.

"You're drifting again." He sits up and its the sudden feeling of his thigh against yours that snaps you back to reality. You gulp at the sudden add of touch and you expect him to move it away but he stays there. You huff out a shaky breath. "It almost looked like you were shitting yourself."

"Gods," You furrow your eyebrows at his words. He chuckles. "You're insufferable."

"That's one." He clicks his tongue under the roof of his mouth. You roll your eyes at his antics. There's a moment of silence before his voice slices through it once again. "Have you... Have you ever thought about what I said?"

"Which one?" You ask nonchalantly, fingers flicking through your notes. You pen taps on the paper as you await his answer.

"The one where I said I'm as bad as you with names." He speaks with a calm demeanor but his voice is hushed as if his words are reserved for you. You can't help but give him you're undivided attention.

"Um," You pause. "No not really?"

His eyes dart toward you in the corner of his eye before smiling that familiar boyish grin.

"I like to make exceptions." He vaguely says. You furrow your eyebrows, head tilting in confusion.

"Huh?"

"I already said I know you, Y/N." He chuckles. You feel butterflies roaming in your stomach albeit confused at his insinuation.

Before you could ask him what the fuck he meant by that, the professor calls out your group. Sebastian walks to the front with no hesitance and began setting up the presentation.

Just as you watch him work, the realization sets in. Heat immediately flushes your cheeks.

No fucking way.

You stand up on shaky legs before you walk to the front. Your eyes never leave him as you stand beside his figure. You were nervous, yes, but it also had something to do with the vague motherfucker beside you.

You were about to threaten him to tell you what, how, or why but as you lock eyes with the man beside you, he sends an adorable smile and small pat on your back.

Your face stiffens and you could only will yourself to forcefully stand beside him and await your turn on the presentation.

But there was one thing you deduced from all of this.

Sebastian Sallow from ID 121 is doing things to your poor little heart.

a/n: projecting myself on seb when i tried to flirt w my gf. might contain grammatical errors lmfao im so sorry IM FALLING ASLEEP AS I CURRENTLY TYPE THIS.

#arthenaa #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy x reader #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy fluff #sebastian sallow fluff

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nani-nonny · 4 months

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Oh my god i must be ashamed of myself because i RRAD THE CHAPTER BUT DIDN'T WROTE ABOUT IT YET!! (Which it was.. Hours!!)

So i believe i thought the chapter would start with leo but NOPE it started with Barry! I remember the first plot said how barry collapse but i completely forgot about him! Lol.

I thought he would drop at some point in front of leo and be like " here " before passing out.

It's a great way to see his POV actually for once (maybe you wrote about him at some point in other fics?) Where he shows he isn't forced to work with humans but start feeling and seeing them as equal as well 🫸💛🫷

He knew they were dying but all he could think of was his baby, am thinking so hard as of " WHY " he decided to creat - or as i like to say it " give birth " - a baby?! Like i wish he could've made it to answer questions but well... Guess future leo gonna have to question past Barry and boy oh boy i believe everyone are gonna enjoy teasing the old man and mikey's gonna be giddy that Barry want to create a life not for it to be a soldier but to be his child.

I can't wait how f!leo's gonna know like; in the middle of fighting foot clan? When reaching a safe point or lair?

And what his first meeting with little leo would be like? Is he gonna hate him like LCD or be okay like WDS and reunion?

Lord i have so so SOOOO many thoughts....

I definitely wasn’t waiting for you to see 👀👉👈 /j

Yes! Barry D! I managed to take the original chapter from plot 1 and tweak it slightly to fit this plot!

And I think the closest we get to me writing in Draxum’s pov is DMD but that doesn’t really last long hehe. But yes! He’s learned to work with humans! Finally! Although he thinks they’re weak lol

If he survived long enough to answer questions, we wouldn’t have gotten a story /j … but I seriously can’t wait until we get to introducing the tot to present!draxum. He’s going to be so confused hahaha! He won’t believe that his future-self incubated a tot that looks eerily similar to f!leo

And yay! I’m currently tweaking the original ch.2 to better fit this new plot but I’m definitely reusing it so we’re gonna see him crash the Foot! But when he finds out about accidentally mishandling the tot is another story lol

oooo, little Leo and f!leo first meeting~! I believe we’re getting little Leo’s first impressions before their official first meeting hehehe

We’ll have to wait for next week when I upload ch.2!

#(accidentally) played american football with my newborn #rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #nani nonny answers #rottmnt future leo #future leo au #future leo returns to the past with casey au

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mr-edwark · 7 months

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I forgot totally that I hace to upload the inktober hahaha

Well, here are the first 6 🙂

#inktober #digital art #art #fanart #cartoon #movies #dream #wrestling #spider #spiderman #path #dodge #the matrix #maps #star wars #star fox #golden #the owl house #hunter toh

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amiharana · 1 year

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STREAMERS AU STREAMERS AU STREAM ERS A U ????????

yeah streamers au!!!!! :D i'm thinking all of them also upload their own videos on youtube too, but some originated as streamers and some as youtubers (more streamer au hcs under!!)

like i said in the other post, i think zelda would be analogous to someone like pokimane or valkyrae, and does variety/just talking streams. i don't think she would take advantage of or even be aware of her simps/e-girlism, she's actually very sweet and a just bit naive :'>. she probably already collaborates a lot with urbosa, and has on done a video or two with mipha. i would say she probably started off streaming first and then eventually starting doing youtube to post her vods, then make her own videos

mipha would kinda be like the qtcinderella and urbosa would be like. corpsehusband lowk ☝️😳 mipha does a lot of cutesy stuff like acnh and stardew valley playthroughs, maybe cooking & baking videos, and also like lifestyle videos like GRWM or 'day in the life' vlogs. her first video was a first aid video because she wanted to be a pediatrician when she was younger 🥺 urbosa started off as a youtuber and is one of those like old legendary youtubers who's still around so she's seen the rise and fall of the internet fr. she's very wise and she's zelda's favorite youtuber growing up, role model, and mentor 🥺 mipha probably also watched some of urbosa's videos growing up and cites urbosa as one of her inspirations when she started her own youtube channel :)

revali absolutely started off as a streamer but he excels as a youtuber, as expected. he does a lot of speedrun or challenge streams/videos of video games and i lowkey think that he has beaten quite a few speedrun records, only bested by link who he has an ongoing rivalry with because they keep beating each other's records. revali mostly does stream highlight videos, but every once in a while he'll do a fun little collab video with someone else or on the rare occasion, a vlog or a grwm 😧 someone asked him how he keeps his hair so nice on stream and he was so proud he ended up making a whole video about his haircare routine, what products he uses, etc HAHAHA

link is definitely the type of guy who made dumb little videos as a kid but eventually evolved into a full-fledged content creator with high quality videos and excellent ideas. he definitely does a lot of nintendo game videos (people adore his acnh playthrough series and his collabs with mipha 🥺), but i think he would also upload a lot of like. scenic videos of places he's traveled to or hiked at because he's pretty good at filming and editing. link def found his love for streaming and speedrunning on accident by, get this— watching one of revali's streams 😳😳😳 but he forgets that it was by revali 😭 link is like, This looks fun I want to try, so he does and is actually really good at it. so he ends up streaming the same exact games that revali did and beating his records, and revali would get pissed that his records were getting broken, and thus the rivalry was born!

what daruk does as a streamer or youtube still escapes me though like i just don't know what he would do. i can't even see him streaming KDJHFKJD like what would he do? maybe make reviews videos about old gaming systems, retro games, or reviews on his favorite restaurants or something LOL feel free to offer any ideas for him bc i'm lost lowkey

my brain is stewing with ideas for growing sexual tension between streamers revalink...... imagine them slowly starting to do collab streams together........ collab videos........ the champions going to twitchcon and doing a panel...... revalink meeting irl right before twitchcon because champion meetup and not knowing what to say because wow they're even more attractive irl....... revalink sexual tension in the airbnb all the champions are staying at because link got out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist because he forgot his clothes and revali's eyes bulging out of his head 😭 UGH I THINK I MIGHT WRITE THIS AS AN ACTUAL AU HAHAHAHA

#revalink #loz #botw #loz botw #legend of zelda #amihan's revalinkverse #amihan's headcanons #ask #streamer au #THIS HAS SO MUCH POTENTIAL TBH #i wanna write revalink streamers so bad now.......#thank u anon for indulging encouraging and also enjoying this idea #could you imagine the amount of ship wars there would be between zelinkers miphlinkers SIDLINKERS and revalinkers in this au 😭#someone has gotta write the “heat waves” revalink fic in this au i swear to god #the revalink fandom would start off small and it would be a rarepair first but then when revalink start interacting more and collabing #people are converted into revalinkism because of revalink's lowkey flirty banter #losing their shit when revalink sit next to each other at the twitchcon champions panel and flirt even harder #internet would explode when revalink announce they're actually dating though #i'm so into this au omg

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sagejin · 2 years

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EMPTY

THE VOID INSIDE OF US

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CW:

Suggestive language, sexual implications, cheating, angst

Authors Note:

Hahaha, sorry for being gone for so long! A lot of things have been going on in my personal life, with school on top of it! I hope you guys are doing okay, too. In all honesty, I wasn't going to finish this chapter, much less upload it, but I got a message @wonderpals02 and said I'd upload over the weekend. So here we are! Also, thank you for 119 followers! I'll try to come up with a special for it.

I really hope you guys enjoy this part!❤️

“Kira Mizuki,” the nurse called out, looking around for the girl. “Yes,” Kira stood up, softly smiling at the nurse. “Please follow me.” Wednesday, the day of her appointment, she’ll find out the gender of her baby. Hikaru or Kanako. She’ll give her everything to her baby. “Come on Gojo,” she motions for the man behind her to follow.

As the nurse spreads the cold gel across her belly, she shivers, however, it’s not from fear or its temperature but from excitement. Together, they’ll take on the world, with Gojo beside her. “Are you ready,” the nurse smiles softly. As she turns to the small screen, her heart stops, “That’s our baby.” Tears well up in her eyes as she turns to Gojo, who’s just as mesmerized as she is. “Would you like to find out the gender?” “Can we,” Gojo asks softly. “Yes.”

“Alright then,” the nurse chuckled softly, moving the device to get a better angle. “If you look right here,” she points to the screen, “you can see your baby’s tiny toes and face.” She angles it a bit more, “And you can also see your son's little hands.” “It’s a boy,” Kira whispers, her soft eyes shining brighter. Gojo brings his hands to her face, gently wiping her tears, “It’s our boy.”

And for a moment, he forgot all about you.

“Kento Nanami,” you spoke sternly, standing next to his bed. He groaned and turned away from you, “How did you get in here?” You sat next to him and leaned over, hand on his arm. You leaned close to his ear and whispered, “That’s a secret I don't think you wanna know.” Nanami jolted up, eyes wide as he stared at you. Your hand grazed over his chest as you leaned in closer. “Nanami,” you whispered softly, your face a few centimeters away from his.

a little closer

He leans in, lips grazing yours, “Y/n,” he groans slightly as you straddle him, “you're getting married.” Your lips crash on his, his hands finding their way to your waist, gripping slightly. “Nanami,” you pull back, looking into his eyes sternly, “you're late.”

Nanami’s eyes shot open, chest heaving as he looked around. ‘Time’ he thinks, completely disregarding the dream he just had. 9:30pm. “Shit,” he grumbles, running a hand over his face. He’s supposed to meet you for dinner at 10, but it looks like he’ll be a little late, seeing as how he has to recuperate. Nanami sits at the edge of his bed, his head in his hands, dinner with you and your fiance.

Of course there’ll be other people there, friends, family, coworkers, however, that doesn’t excuse the fact that you’ll be there. He daydreams about how stunning you’ll look in whatever outfit you choose, from your shoes to your accessories. Suddenly, his daydream is spoiled by the image of the ring on your finger, of how your arm wouldn’t be looped around his, but anothers.

With a sigh Nanami rises from the bed, “too fast,” he winces. Maybe drinking all day wasn’t a good idea, but at least he wasn’t drunk.

“Toru,” you giggle as Gojo wraps his arms around you from behind, nibbling at your neck. “I don’t want to be late,” you can barely hold it together from how much he’s tickling you. “I’m sure they won’t mind,” a sly grin forms on his face as he turns you around. You place your hands on his chest and push him away, looking in the opposite direction, “I mind, now finish getting ready.” “So demanding,” he smiles, falling back onto your bed.

“Where’d you go earlier this morning?”

‘Shit’

“I was with Shoko and Getou, we had some party planning to do.”

He watched as you frowned. You turned to face him, disappointment written all over your face, “I was with Shoko. When i went to meet Shoko you were already gone, no text, no call, no notification about where you went.” “Do i have to report every move I make to you,” Gojo scoffs, he knows he has no right to, but he still does, “I’m a man who has his own free will, i can go anywhere i want. Yes, it would’ve been nice if I'd told you where I was going, but I'm not obligated to.” You stared at him, eyes wide, brows furrowed, he did have some points, you weren’t entitled to know his every move, he has his right to privacy, but that bubbling insecurity inside of you won't let this go.

“Well talk about this later,” Gojo stands up and leaves the room, leaving you all alone.

To suffer.

The car ride to the venue was silent. Not a word uttered between the two of you. Upon arrival, Gojo softly grabbed your hand, “I’m sorry for getting mad,” he smiled that charming smile and looked at you, “let’s go out there and have some fun, okay.” You smile in return, though you still feel the same, and exit the car. Hand in hand you and Gojo walk towards the entrance, him in his clean tuxedo, and you in your dazzling dress. Cameras flashing all around you, yelling out your names, you smile as much as you can, waving to whoever you can, then enter the building.

Strangely, Getou is the first person to greet you, you were hoping it’d be Shoko, but you were still happy. “Miss L/n,” Getou jokes, extending his arm out to lead you away, “this way please.” Somewhere along the way Gojo wandered away, of course he didn’t take you along or tell you where he was going, but you wouldn't let that ruin your night. So, like always, with your chin held high you walked with Getou.

“Congratulations,” Shoko sheers in an obviously fake tone, “I’m so glad you're getting married and leaving me forever.” You giggle and give her a hug. Your eyes scan the room, looking for a certain man, then freeze once they meet their mark. Your heart stops for a moment, and your breath gets caught in your throat, Nanami. Nanami’s here, he made it. “Who are you looking for,” Getou whispers into your ear. You jump back and he chuckles, such a silly sight. Out of the corner of your eye you spot Nanami walking towards you, you face him, letting him know you see him, that you know he’s here. “Na--” An arm slithers around your waist, pulling you close, “Darling~” Gojo sings in your ear, “did you miss me?”

“No.”

He laughs then cradles your face in his hands, “You're so silly.” He’s drunk already. Barely an hour into your party and he’s already drunk. As Gojo throws his body into your arms you lock eyes with Nanami, then watch as he walks away. You sigh then turn your attention back to Gojo.

It was going to be a long night.

Now, you're well into the party, everybody’s tipsy or drunk. Gojo’s disappeared again, leaving you to sit alone at the bar. “You’re so pretty,” Nanami places his head on the cold par counter, looking into your eyes, “being someone's fiance really suits you.” You smile at his words. Sometimes, when you're with Nanami, you like to think of what could’ve been, what could’ve happened. Wou he had proposed to you by now, would you’ve already been married to him? You know it’s bad, but it’s a guilty pleasure of yours.

To look at what could’ve been yours.

But, that isn’t your reality. It could never be.

But as usual, time seems to fly by as you talk with Nanami, drink after drink, smile after smile, laugh after laugh, longing after longing. An aching emptiness in both your souls as you regret your timing, your past, as you regret the future that would '’’ve belonged to you. You stare into his eyes, you stare at his lips, the lips that look so soft as a boyish grin spreads across them. “I’m going to the bathroom, now,” you chuckle, leaving your seat, “I’ll be here.” Nanami smiles as you walk away.

You feel giddy as you head towards the bathroom. You pass by Getou and Shoko, who are having the time of their lives on the dance floor. You sigh, the giddiness fading away, leaving a pit of loneliness in its wake.

As you continue your melancholic walk towards the bathroom you pass by many people, some you know, some you don’t, some you noticed, and some you should’ve. You pass by many doors, some of which were actively pounding against the doorframes, others that were extremely loud. You sigh as you arrive at the bathroom, the storage room behind you abruptly opening, on instinct you sneak a peek.

But you wish you hadn’t.

“C’mon ‘Toru,” the seemingly familiar woman calls out. Then, out follows your fiance, who wraps an arm around the woman, your fiance who doesn't acknowledge your presence at all, walks away.

And never looks back.

Nanami, Shoko, Getou, you just want someone to be here with you, to tell you you didn’t see what you just saw. You open the bathroom door and slump down onto the floor, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. ‘A waste of time’ you try to assure yourself, if what you saw was true then Gojo was nothing but a waste of time. A piece of trash who you wasted years of your life on. You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to hold it in the best you can.

“Excuse me, I think you guys have been in there long enough,” you hear Shoko slur outside the door, “I really need to take a piss.” You stand up and check your face in the mirror, later, you’ll deal with this mess later. The nights are about to end. You can hang on long enough. You open the door and rush past Shoko, only to bump into someone's chest. You mumble “Sorry.” and try to walk by, “Y/n,” you freeze and slowly look up, tears now freely falling down your cheeks.

Nanami

Shoko exits the bathroom, eyes wide at the scene in front of her, “Y/n,” you look back at her,

Shoko

You fall to the floor and wail, Nanami on his knees, cradling you into his warm chest, rubbing your back, assuring you that everythings okay. Shoko, who runs to your side, trying to figure out what had you so distressed.

“Gojo,” you sniffle, looking at the woman beside you, “I saw him with another woman.”

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