the change of you and me

“Gojo-sensei.”

Fushiguro’s gaze snapped to Gojo’s phone, as if he hadn’t hesitated at all upon hearing that familiar voice. A not quite pleasant feeling crept into his chest in a matter of seconds. Weird. Unusual. Itadori’s voice—

“Hey, Yuuji!” Gojo greeted in his usual self, an easy smile already on his lips. “What’s up?”

“Could you come pick me up? I’m at school.” Itadori asked on the other end of the line.

Fushiguro slid his gaze back down to the clock on his own phone; he noticed that Gojo did the same thing—he had realized who exactly was calling him, and at what time. Fushiguro looked up back at Gojo, who already had his gaze fixed straight ahead. He knew only from that that they had both come to the same conclusion.

“Please.” Itadori spoke after a pause.

Itadori is acting like a weird version of himself. Fushiguro wonders, and realizes Itadori's condition has to do with him more than he thinks.