нєℓρ мє мαкє тнє, мσѕт σƒ ƒяєє∂σм αη∂ σƒ ρℓєαѕυяє, ησтнιηg єνєя ℓαѕтѕ ƒσяєνєя.

❝𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂,❞  hand sanitizer, and rubber gloves  filled satorus senses. there he lied, in the emergency room, in the hospital. satoru sat patiently waiting for the ER nurse to come back with his iv, also mentally preparing himself for the needle.

"gojo satoru?" the nurse had pulled back said patients curtain, "that's me" satoru raised his hand letting it softly drop back on the uncomfortable ER bed.

"okay we're just gonna get this iv started, because it looks to me like you've lost a lot of your healthy fluids." it looks like that to anyone, the hungover was visible in his eyes. problem was he wasn't 21, so he prayed to the heavens that they wouldn't ask questions.

the nurse set a sterile blue paper mat down on the night table nearby the bed, before putting on her gloves and unpacking the scary looking equipment.

she wipes satorus arm down, the coolness soothed his boiling skin, the scent of the alcohol wipe comforted him.

the nurse brought the small needle out. "okay so kinda sharp quick pain, you know the deal, take a deep breath for me." satoru puffs his chest up, and takes the time to examine the ceiling, and before he knew it, it was over.

"alright, your all done mr. gojo!" the women spoke, her southern accent coming through. satoru gave her a small smile, to be polite he would rather say nothing and get this over with.

"your gonna be here for just about 30 minutes, I'll be back by then and then your free to go." satoru just nodded, readying himself for the nurse to leave.

the nurse leaves, closing his curtain to give him his privacy. satoru then went on a rampage for his phone, finally finding it in the bundle of the thin hospital blanket.

he scrolled through messages, finally finding your name. his fingers float over the keyboard, trying to find the words to say.

all he knew was that you were definitely gonna be pissed.

3:18 pm

my fav headache 🫶🏾💕

hey y/n 

my fav headache 🫶🏾💕

y/n come on

my fav headache 🫶🏾💕

please. 

helluva drug 💗😮‍💨

nah cus wtf do you want

my fav headache 🫶🏾💕

please just listen, I need you to pick me up

helluva drug 💗😮‍💨

satoru what did you do.

my fav headache 🫶🏾💕

i promise I'll tell u everything just please 

helluva drug 💗😮‍💨

I'll think abt it

my fav headache 🫶🏾💕

im at the hospital please just come

ʳᵉᵃᵈ ⁿᵒʷ

not more than 30 minutes had passed, before satoru had heard you up front talking to the lady at the front desk. "uhmm is a gojo satoru here?" you spoke kindly, not trying to trouble anyone. the lady excused herself for a second and went to get a clipboard.

 "mmmhm! yes ma'am, are you his significant other?" you looked around before awkwardly scratching your wrist. "hah, yeah he asked me to come pick him up."

the lady didn't question you, and just continued on "okay, well he's in our waiting room, right over there." she pointed to area behind you. you turned around looking at all the other people patiently waiting for care, the room was definitely crowded and filled with commotion.

but you were looking for a specific blue eyed boy.

you walk around a little. there's not many places to hide, he would be quite obvious. you finally spot the white hair, which looks a mess, you walk up to him getting a clearer view of his face. his eyes clouded with worry, and dark eye bags tainted his face in the prettiest way.

"satoru." you tap his shoulder, dull eyes flash upon catching sight of you.  his arms quick to wrap around your thighs, his head digging into your stomach. "thank you." a muffled whisper came from him, you looked ahead of you, trying not to just fall right back into him. he was a poison so sweet.

"yeah, cmon let's get out of here." you tap his shoulder again signaling him to stand up and let go. satoru stands, and now that you have a full view of his face, a hangover was evident. his rosy  cheeks standing out more due to his pale skin becoming even more pale due to his loss of fluids.

"lead the way." satoru awaits your lead to the car, suddenly feeling a loss of direction. you walk with satoru close behind you, giving a kind goodbye to the lady at the desk.

you and satoru enter your car, satoru sat silently while you just stare at him with a look of anger. breathing in sharp intakes of air, you put your hands on the steering wheel, preparing yourself to scold the white haired man to your side.

"what the fuck just happened." you whisper to yourself, you acrylic nails  setting a rhythmic pace on the steering wheel. "what the fuck just happened?" you reiterate now talking to satoru, awaiting his response. 

"got drunk last night, felt real horrible this morning and went to the ER cause' im fuckin dumb, and got an IV. here we are now." satoru spoke lightly, not failing to leave anything out, he thinks.

"yeah your fuckin dumb, thats for sure." you look over at satoru, as he's fiddling with his rings looking vulnerable as ever. you sigh, knowing degrading him will not fix or help anybody. you start the car, deciding that you would ride home in comfortable silence, no music or nothing.

until someone decided to speak up. "hey I know you kinda hate me right now, and I'm sorry cause I love you, but where are we goin?" your heart never fails to flutter at those words, his delivery just keeps getting better. 

"i don't know, my place I guess." keeping your eyes on the road, satorus eye widened thinking it would take more convincing, you on the other hand didn't know why you were letting him come to your place, your last argument not ending well. 

satoru just nodded, as he no longer felt you needed to hear him.

you pull up to your apartment, saying nothing as you just got out the car, expecting him to follow behind, to which he did. the ride on your elevator definitely felt like the longest little minute of your life, you were tired and just wanted to go to bed.

making your way to your apartment, you fiddle with your keys, before opening the door. the familiar smell filled both of your senses, it was quite familiar not just for you but for satoru also, the countless of nights and days he spent here, was the only thing that he ever thought of. 

"your on the couch, we'll figure this shit out in the morning, if you need anything you know where it's at." you look over at satoru, who's seemed to already look through your fridge and find all your snacks. he gives you a warm smile, before throwing up a thumbs up.

your heart warmed at the smile he gave you. 'typical.' 

authors note 📝 a cold cigarette to ease the pain.

ykw I actually liked this chapter, um also I'm trying to stop changing povs without warning so lmk where I did that in nis chapta but lmk how y'all feel bout this so far 🤭