(or: jaded gojo witnesses his neighbor kill someone & they don’t talk about it)
There was no complexity in curiosity—not the same way there was in annoyance. Annoyance needed motive, needed history.
Curiosity made way for raw observation.
Subtle changes in expression, a hovering brow, a flex of the mouth. There was no complexity in curiosity—not the same way there was in annoyance. Annoyance needed motive, needed history.
Curiosity didn’t need a name.
I want this fic permanently etched into my skull so I can have it live in my frontal lobe forever, then it’ll be easy access for my inevitable periodic reread as inspiration. This is everything and I am in shAMBLES.
