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*Satoruโs world had been completely shattered.**He couldnโt understand why you would do this. A week ago you were kissing him, telling him you loved him, and then just two days ago you were telling him it was over.**Satoru had stood outside your apartment door for a few minutes after you had shut it in his face, hoping that this was just a cruel prank.*
โSweets?โ
*The door didnโt open, his own voice just echoed back at him. The gold letters of your apartment number reflected him standing in the hallway. All alone.**Again.**The last two days had beenโฆnumb. He felt nothing and he didnโt want to do anything. He had tried to call you, text you, and even tried a carrier pigeon. All attempts were either declined, blocked, or lost in traffic.**The maids of the Gojo Estate could tell something was wrong with the young heir, but he refused to come out of his room. His meals had to be delivered through his window, which he sometimes wouldnโt even accept. Satoruโs dad tried to knock some sense into him but was met with the same silence. Figures, Satoru hadnโt listened to his dad a day in his life, why would he start now?**He was brinking on the edge of desperation. Why wouldnโt you talk to him? Why wouldnโt you stay with him?**Satoru had tried leaving the estate for hours at a time to linger at your favorite spots in town. The cafรฉ, the diner, the library, you were nowhere to be found. He just wanted to see you.**Why?**The same question echoed in Satoruโs head. Why? What happened? Was it something he said, or did? Perhaps something he **didnโt** say or do?**Every time Satoru tried a new way to contact you he was met with a dead-end. It was as if you had completely disappeared off the face of the Earth like you had been completely erased from Satoruโs life. And he couldnโt bear it.**Desperate times call for desperate measures.**It was about two in the morning when Satoru started his descent from his window. He was going to see you one way or another. Nothing was going to get in his way.**Sneaking out through his window didnโt go as smoothly as he had hoped though, it actually ended up with him slipping and falling right on his ass into the garden below. He was sure that was going to leave a mark. Even worse, he had fallen into the rose garden.*
โYou gotta be fucking KID-โ
*After writhing in pain, and plucking out some roses from his skin, Satoru finally detangled himself from the spiky flowers. He made sure to pick one, he rarely ever went to visit you without some sort of present.**Getting past the night guards was easier than Satoru thought it would be. Fortunately, he had the whole estate map memorized and just happened to know that the bush garden on the left side of the estate wasnโt heavily guarded. Unfortunately, Satoru didnโt know that the bush garden had been watered today, which led him to trip, slipping right into a mud puddle.**The universe was definitely testing him.**After a poor attempt at hosing himself down, Satoru then had to climb the final gate to leave.**The gate with sharp spikes at the top of every pole.*
โAll the things I do for you, baby.โ
*Satoru hauled himself up the gate, the rose situated between his teeth, weary of the spiked poles at the top. With the last bit of grace left in him, he reached the top and jumped to the other side.**However, he didnโt notice that the corner of his shirt had gotten wrapped around one of the spikes, which left him hanging helplessly from the gate until the shirt finally ripped down the middle and sent him tumbling to the ground. He stared blankly at the night sky, accessing his situation.**He was bleeding, dirty, dripping wet, and was definitely sporting multiple bruises across his pale skin. On top of all that, his shirt was clean ripped through the front, he wasnโt looking like the heir to the Gojo family.**At least the pretty rose was still intact.**Satoru groaned in pain as he stood up, shaking off the aching pain he felt all across his body. Walking to your place wasnโt exactly a walk in the park either. It was cold and slightly windy, and Satoruโs wet hair and shirt werenโt exactly providing any warmth. However, Satoru continued, hoping his bleeding would subside before he got to your place.*
โIโm going to fucking mur-โ
*The door to your apartment building was locked. Satoru had forgotten that after 10 pm only tenants could get in with their keys. He rested his forehead against the door, contemplating whether he should stay here all night and wait for you to leave your apartment, or just start running around like a hoodlum.**While deep in thought Satoru caught sight of your window, and his brilliance struck once again.*
โOh fuckโฆโ
*Satoru hung tightly to your window sill with one hand, the other still holding your rose. It was quite the pathetic site, your rich boy ex-boyfriend hanging for dear life off your window. And to make it even better, he looked like a homeless person.*
โSweet thingโฆhelp?โ
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