"One cannot exist without the other but they cannot be together"
In a world where Destiny dictates everything, Gojo finds himself in love with Geto, a love that is forbidden. As he struggle to keep his feelings hidden, chaos and madness ensue. Will...
Few days later Restless days went on endlessly, uncertainty gnawing at Gojo's. His vibrant eyes flickered with frustration and concern as he paced around his private quarters, caught in an agonizing abyss of emotions.
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"Why won't he reply?" Gojo muttered under his breath, his fists clenching with pent-up emotions. He had sent countless messages to Geto, each one more urgent than the last, but the silence was deafening. It was unlike Geto to ignore him, no matter the circumstances.
A flicker of concern crossed Gojo's eyes; he sensed something was amiss with Geto. Unable to bear the torment, he dialed Geto's number, his fingers trembling.
The dial tone echoed in the room, each ring sounding like a heartache. But there was no answer, no reassurance that Geto was still there, still listening.
Helplessness washed over Gojo, drowning him in emotions he usually shielded with ease.
"Why won't he answer the phone?" Gojo whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "There's something important I need to tell him."
As time seemed to drag on, the door to Gojo's room slowly opened, and Shoko entered, looking concerned.
Gojo, who had been lost in his thoughts, turned to face her with a hint of surprise in his eyes. "Shoko? What brings you here?"
She inhaled deeply in order to prepare herself for what she was about to say. "Gojo, we need to talk," she said with a firm voice despite the nervous flutter in her heart.
He motioned for her to take a seat, his eyes searching her face for any signs of urgency or concern. "Of course, what's on your mind?"
Shoko took a deep breath, her expression weighed down with worry as she hesitated before speaking. "I need to tell you something about Geto," she finally said, her voice carrying a note of unease. "He... He was kidnapped," she revealed softly, the words filled with sorrow.
As Shoko's words pierced the air, the gravity of her revelation sinking into Gojo's heart like a weighty anchor. His cerulean eyes widened in disbelief.
"Geto was kidnapped?" Gojo's voice screeched, raging with anger and anxiety. His tremendous strength was only just kept in check, but the mere thought of his lover being kidnapped sparked a wave of rage that he was ready to release in a flood of defence and revenge.
Shoko nodded, her own gaze steady but filled with worry. "Yes, Principal Yaga was speaking to someone, and I overheard them mentioning Geto's name. They said he was taken, but they didn't disclose any more details."
The news felt like a punch to Gojo's gut, and a storm of questions raged in his mind. Who could have dared to kidnap Geto? And why?
In that moment, Gojo looked like a tempest on the brink of breaking loose, a force of nature ready to unleash its fury. His clenched fists trembled with restrained power.
