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Y/N sat down and sighed, her head in her hands and worry plaguing her mind. Geto has been different ever since he returned with Gojo from the Star Plasma mission. She knows that the mission went wrong and that both Geto and Gojo has experienced relentless trauma form this mission, but she suspects that something deeper has shifted with-in Geto.
Y/N sighed again and stood up, walking towards the door. She had a solo mission today, fighting a grade 3 curse. Just yesterday, Nanami and Haibara had left on a mission, and Gojo has been gone for the past two weeks. Y/N was worried about leaving Geto alone with Shoko, knowing the girl to be in her own mind and focused on her upcoming medical exam, but Yaga has been firm with his decision, his tone leaving no room to argue. Y/N knocked twice and opened the door, deep in thought and wondering on how fast she’ll need to complete the mission, so deep in thought that she didn’t realize that two pairs of eyes were looking at her instead of one.
“..n..y/n… Y/N!”
Y/N snapped out of her thoughts and looked up, face burning in realization that it wasn’t only Yaga, but Geto also in the room, who has been staring at her with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
“..I was thinking about the mission”, she muttered, mind running faster than she could comprehend. Yaga sighed, and nodded at her to sit beside Geto, immediately launching into explanation once she did.
“This mission turned out more dangerous than we expected at first”, he explained, “Instead of a solo mission I decided it to be best that you be paired up with someone more experienced”.
Y/N nodded, lips in a pout. She was excited to spend a week alone, yet it seems even the heavens don’t want her to have a peace of mind.
Yaga frowned at the lack of response and turns his head to Geto, answering some questions he had, until annoyance set in and he kicked them both out. The air outside his office was still for a few seconds, until Geto turned to her and grinned, the corners of his mouth inching towards a smirk.
“So…” he began.
“So..?” she repeated.
Geto shook his head and ruffled her hair, electing a shout from the girl. He began to walk away, back turned and tuning out the multitude of insults thrown at him. He was happy to leave the school for the bit, and his stomach was churning in excitement at the thought of spending a week with the girl he’s planned on marrying.