Gojou said while his voice became more croaky.

To no surprise, he emits his overwhelming terrifying aura. The mood just became more uncomfortable as his vile smirk simultaneously grew. In times like this, I would have little to no time to think about my response.

Hold on a minute.

Think about my response?

Now that I think about it, I have always reacted to gojo's actions with my instincts.

I never think about the words I use.

Or my actions towards him.

(Transmission)

The votes were counted and its 195:120

Which vote won?

Drum roll, please...

195 goes to...

Option 1: give in (aka confess)

(Back to the story)

Have i...

caught feelings for him?!

The thought of that brought me chills.

I looked up to him, still kneeling from crying.

should I confess my feelings?

After all, every time I think about him, I get a ticklish feeling in my stomach that could never go away.

This should be easy.

I take that back.

Confessing my love for gojo was harder than I thought.

The tone he used to say made me more terrified about the outcome of this situation.

Is he mad?

I felt a lump in my throat.

Why am I so hesitant about this? Is it because I'm scared that he would reject me?

But he clearly likes me...

Gojou said as he crossed his arms and look away.

Acting like a child again.

Those words slipped out of my mouth. Am I that desperate?

I felt my heart skipped a beat. The atmosphere that we created completely changed. Did I do something wrong?

Gojo froze. He leered at me. As if I could feel his uneasiness, he cleared his throat.

I have a bad feeling about this.

"I really mean it, gojo."

I wanted to tell him that, but it's as if my mouth has been zipped shut for a reason.

Why. Why are you laughing at a time like this?

Gojo let out a devilish laugh. I could feel the corruption in his words.

My mind went blank. I just stood still.

Gojo said. He smiled. Not in satisfaction, but with pure evil. Or at least that's what I thought.

I felt my heart dropped hearing him talk about another girl. It was a sensation I have never felt in such a long time.

I asked. Slowing going insane.

Silence.

The silence was so loud it made me uncomfortable.

Was the only thing I could think of.

Gojo said with a huge smirk across his face.

A crybaby...

Like me? I don't think I'm a crybaby...

He clicked his tongue in annoyance.

My vision started to get blurry. I could feel my face heat up. There are so many questions and so few answers.

Is this why he called me a crybaby?

Gojou said as he placed his index finger on my anterior belly (below the chin) and squatted down to my eye level.

I wonder who she is. Maybe, if, I just kill her...

Marriage. Hah.

Hmm, I guess I don't have to worry about her anymore.

You could have just said you were using me.

I asked blindly.

Ah, yes. That's right. With your six eyes. Since when have I been so inattentive.

My mind is still filled with unsolved questions.

Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why.

I asked. I was still desperate. Desperate for what? An answer? Or was I desperate for his love?

Her, her, her.

It's always her.

He called me a dumb brat.

He just called me a 'pathetic weakling'.

Slowly going insane. I'm sick of 'her'. I hate 'her'. SHUT UP ABOUT 'HER'.

Gojo snatched the back of my shirt aggressively and the next thing I knew, I was outside of my room. He dropped me which caused me to fall straight flat on my face.

I turned to look at Gojou while he walked away with his hands in his pockets not giving a damn.

I called out to him while getting up on my two feet.

gojo said as he stood still on his path. Not even turning around to look at me.

He didn't call me a brat. I feel so happy. I feel... restored. I, I should apologize.

Maybe I should tell him about my déjà vus. He'll probably think that I'm making excuses.

Gojou walked away without acknowledging me.

Never have I ever felt so much pain in my life after a long time.

I left out a deep breath.

I said opening the door to my dorm.

I must be insane to even think about that.

For the whole day, all I did was cry on my bed.

Questioning myself. Over and over with the same questions.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Am I going insane?"

"Master gojo probably doesn't like me anymore"

"I should just die,"

"Did I make him upset?"

"Who is she,"

"Was he only playing with me?"

"Sex, sex, sex. It's all what he talks about."

"Will pick me up for training?"

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Am I going insane?"

"Master gojo probably doesn't like me anymore"

"I should just die,"

"Did I make him upset?"

"Who is she,"

"Was he only playing with me?"

"Sex, sex, sex. It's all what he talks about."

"Will he pick me up from training?"

"Who is she,"

"Was he only playing with me?"

"Sex, sex, sex. It's all what he talks about."

"Who is she. Sex, sex, sex is all what he talks about,"

A wave of realization caused me to sit upright on my bed.

I sighed in disbelief.

How could I be so stupid?

I lay back down with my hands slightly covering my swollen eyes.

To be continued...

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