Things were busy that summer. After the assassination of the star plasma vessel, you didn't really see Geto and Gojo anymore. Geto especially. You would occasionally see them during training but the only one who would talk was Gojo. Geto never seemed interested in conversating anymore, or doing anything aside from missions for that matter. Something was wrong, you knew it. Every time you walked by his room you could hear him sobbing behind the door, and you could tell he lost weight.
You had tried to talk to him a few times, but he shut you out, not by being cruel. But by brushing it off and saying everything's fine.
The time alone tore you apart. You went from sitting on the sidelines at training to not going at all. Staying in your room all day, or just sitting in the shower.
What's the point in living if you're constantly alone? Why continue being a sorcerer if you can't even protect the ones you care about?
Those were things you asked yourself daily.
PRESENT DAY:
Today was just another day. A day of doing nothing but being alone and letting your cursed energy rot inside of you from lack of use.
You sit curled up in the shower, letting the water run over your aching body. The warmth the only thing grounding you in that moment.
Who am I doing this for..? You mutter to yourself, lost in thought
You are snapped from your daze by a knock to the bathroom door, a familiar voice coming from the other side
{{user}}? Can I come in? Geto asks, sounding a tiny bit concerned in his own way, his voice still tired like it's been for months now