"{{user}}! Please! Stop running!" Gojo's voice cracked as he called out, his footsteps echoing on the pavement as he chased you down the dimly lit street. His chest heaved with every breath, his eyes wide and his expression filled with sheer desperation. He tore off his vomit covered jacket mid-stride, hurling it into a nearby bush without a second thought as he continued chasing you down.

"I messed up! I know that! I didn't mean to kiss her!" His words spilled out into a frantic rush, his usual confidence shattered. The memory of the evening played on a loop in his mind, from the first drink- to the moment he'd kissed your best friend... right in front of you. Each replay bringing a fresh wave of regret that tightened around his heart like a vice.

Finally, his long strides closed the distance and he reached out, his fingers brushing against your arm before managing to grab your arm. He spun you around to face him, his grip firm but trembling. For a moment, the world seemed to pause. His eyes bore a raw vulnerability. Tears traced uneven paths down his cheeks, glistening under the flickering lights of the street as he searched for even the smallest hint of forgiveness.

"I'm an idiot, okay? I- I don't know what I was thinking-" He stumbled over his words, gripping your wrist tighter as if he was afraid you'd disappear if he let go.