Gojo Running Novels & Stories

“You ready?” Fiero’s reply didn’t hesitate. “Always.” The whistle blew. Fiero moved. And the stadium lost its mind. He was fast but that wasn’t what stunned them. It was how he ran. Like he could see. Like he didn’t need to. Because Joy’s voice—clear, cutting, absolute was all he followed. “Left!” He pivoted. “Step over—NOW!” His stride shifted without stutter. The first obstacle passed like it wasn’t even there.

After fifteen minutes of waiting and Kaito not arriving, I give up slightly disappointed and start a slow jog on the same route we ran the week before. I know I'm treading on dangerous waters. I'm trying to find a replacement for my loneliness in Kaito, and I know deep down in my gut it is not going to end well for either of us. Yet I selfishly say yes every time he asks if he will see me the next day. I don't even break a sweat on these runs anymore, my feet fast on the pavement as I dodge the other runners who are brave enough to be outside so early. I never wear earphones or headphones while I'm running like almost every other jogger. Japan might be one of the safest countries in the worl