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Weeknight.

Fuck.

It’s already 10:00 p.m. on a Saturday. You had plans to socialize, didn’t you? But the couch looks extra cozy today. And wow—your introverted ass was far too lazy to leave the four walls of your apartment.

You were supposed to go out to dinner with the girls, but it seems like they left without you. Looks like the outfit you bought for tonight isn’t very useful after all.

Oh well. What can you do now?

You’ve officially wasted another Saturday night rotting in bed—either overthinking your life choices or doom-scrolling through your ex-classmates’ social media posts. It’s like you want to get up, but your body simply refuses to cooperate.

The irritating sound of drilling from Ms. Minatozaki’s apartment fills your ears. The warm blanket wrapped around you starts to feel less cozy. Your phone heats up from overuse.

Then—

a knock at the door.

Damn it.

You have no choice but to drag yourself off the couch, your body feeling heavy as hell.

Must be the socks I ordered, you think as your feet finally touch the floor after what feels like an eternity. Holy shit—moving feels illegal right now. You take a deep breath, shuffle toward the door, and open it.

It’s him.

That super-hot, energy-draining gremlin.

“HEYYYY~~~~ <3”

Ugh.

…You kind of missed that annoying tone.

“Heyyyy...~”

You could never keep up with the energy of that walking ray of sunshine.

“Wanna go out? I’m bored.”

What.

This man came all the way here—no text, no call—like this was completely normal behavior. Informal in at least 87 different ways.

“Now?”

“Yep!”

“Why…?”

“Because I’m bored,” he says, grinning. “And I just told you that :3”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

You let out a tired sigh.

“Fine…”

Minutes later—BAM.

You’re standing outside one of the wildest nightclubs in Shinjuku.

Absolutely not.

The bass rattles the ground beneath your feet, lights flashing aggressively. Satoru, on the other hand, looks thrilled. Fully activated. Party-animal mode engaged.

“Why here? I thought we were going on a walk or something—” you ask.

“Because it’s fun!~”

It’s not very fun for you. It doesn’t match your mood.

But Gojo doesn’t care. He thrives in chaos. You’re just here so he has company.

“SEE YA’ INSIDEEE!”

He runs inside, far too hyped.

Inside, it’s loud. Too loud. People everywhere. Bodies brushing past. Music vibrating through your bones. Satoru blends right in—laughing, talking, soaking up attention like it’s oxygen.

He looks ridiculous dancing with a bunch of strangers. You just watched a group of drunk women take selfies with him because he’s hot—and he doesn’t give a single shit. He does it anyway.

Hell nah 🥀

You want to leave so badly. When you said “going out,” you meant dinner—not being trapped between wild animals 😭

Satoru occasionally checks on you. Sometimes he brings drinks (even though he hates alcohol), sometimes he tries to drag you onto the dance floor—which you politely decline. At one point, he even asks if you’re breathing.

You don’t intend to dance. You stay seated near the bar table, sipping on a cocktail while observing the chaos around you.

What is he doing now? you wonder, taking a peek—and—

What. Seriously.

This man is too carefree. Dangerously carefree.

Standing on the stage, center of attention, yelling random nonsense into a microphone like he’s hosting the event.

“IF YOU’RE HAPPY AND YOU KNOW IT, CLAP YOUR HANDS! XD”

The crowd is too drunk to care. If anything, they go even wilder.

Oh dear. How am I supposed to convince this man that he’s a 28-year-old adult with responsibilities?

Two hours pass somehow. You mostly watch the crowd, occasionally attempting small conversations but lacking the confidence to keep them going.

You want to leave so badly—but you don’t say no, because it feels rude.

Gojo notices.

He walks over, still full of energy—impressive for a man approaching his thirties.

“Hm,” he mutters. “The music here sucksss.”

You blink. “What?”

“Yeah,” he shrugs. “Let’s go get ice cream!”

You don’t know it yet—but that’s a lie.

He loved it in there. He was terrible at pretending he hadn’t just been a goofball entertaining a crowd of drunk people.

He takes your hand tightly, guiding you through the crowd and finally outside—away from the overwhelming adult playground.

That was unexpected. Especially coming from him. It’s… thoughtful.

You’d already labelled him as a red flag—someone who doesn’t consider others’ feelings and treats everything like a joke. But this time, it’s different. You don’t know how to feel. You’re not adoring him, not obsessing over him—but you’re starting to see him as someone who actually cares.

“Oii.” He waves a hand.

Shit. You zoned out again.

You’re standing in front of an ice-cream truck. He looks relaxed, calm, composed—like he always does.

“Which flavor?” he asks.

“Melon.”

“Okay then. I’ll take that too.”

“Really?”

“I wanna try it anyway.”

Moments later, you’re walking through the busy late-night streets of Shinjuku, just the two of you, eating ice cream. It’s 12:48 a.m.

“Hmm… it’s not that bad. I wonder why I was avoiding it,” he says after a lick.

“You seriously tried it because of me?”

“Hm. Maybe…”

He smiles—small and soft.

Oh my god.

You’re going to lose it.

He looks so handsome. Majestic. Illegal.

Even though it’s the most bare-minimum thing he’s done for you, it still makes you spiral.

Okay. Compose yourself.

Don’t blush. Don’t giggle. Don’t make it obvious that you’re Obsessed —or that this blood-boiling, attention-seeking, ridiculously hot douchebag is about to tease you. Pleasepleasepleaseplease—

“Oooo~ didn’t know you were a simp~”

DAMN IT.

He saw it. And said it with that stupid grin.

“Ew. No.”

You shove your hand against his face, pushing him away.

“HAHAHA” he laughs like it’s nothing.

You are so bad at faking it.

Moments pass. And your mind is just filled with him. The feeling is real but you don’t know how to express it. Both of you do have the title of a ‘couple’ BUT STILL YOU FEEL LIKE A LOVE-STRUCK TEENAGER AGAIN. You thought you have grown up, but oh dear you are wrong.

He laughs, still smiling, but then slows his steps to match yours.

“You know,” he says casually, “you don’t have to say yes every time.”

You glance at him. “To what?”

“To me.”

…That lands heavier than it should..

You slow down. “I just don’t like saying no.”

He hums, unfazed. “You can. I won’t cry.”

“wait you cried?"

"Pfft— I never cried."

You pause,

“Why you gotta bring this up?”

You brush shoulders as you walk.

“No reason,” he adds lazily. “Just sayin’.”

And somehow—

That sticks with you way longer than it should.

PART 2

THANKYOU FOR READINGG!!!! If you want me to continue with this slow-burn Gojo x y/n series, PLEASE SUPPORT!

 You had a terrible day... You forgot your wallet at home, Your co-worker that wasn’t to bad to talk with, was sick and took a day off, you were alone the entire day, and had a tiring nightshift filling all the strategic steps in the new product launch.

CONGRATULATIONS! You spent the first 12 hours of your day in stressful and overwhelming environment… and you hate it… every human in existence would.

It’s 10:00 PM, you are walking in the empty roads alone, in the dark when a light bulb is flickering in a distance. You sigh, as you have functioned throughout the day without a break.

“oiii y/n!”

You hear a familiar voice coming from behind you… Ahh, it’s the one and only Gojo. It seems like he came from a mission, he meets you every day, in the same road, after work, there isn’t a single day he hasn’t showed up. And it’s pretty odd for a Jujustu Sorcerer to do, well they are supposed to be fighting those uhm… what do they call them? Ahh yes, ‘curses’.

“Oh hi”

You reply in the most un-energetic tone which almost felt like a whisper.

“You don’t seem alright”

“just exhausted…”

You spot a fancy-looking goodie-bag that is hanging on his finger.

“What’s that?”

“You must be hungry, so I bought ya’ snackssss ~ ”

He hands you over a… HOLY MOLY HOW MUCH ARE THESE???

You look down at the very luxurious-looking packaging of the goodies, they are not normal ones. These ‘snacks’ are especially imported from Denmark to Japan, that’s a lot for caramel flavoured popcorn. They are probably around ¥220,000.

“GOJO THOSE AREN’T SNACKS, THOSE ARE MY WHOLE MONTH’S SALARY.”

He tilts his head in confusion

“You don’t like it…? :D”

You hated, and adored him in the same moment. Like why bring it in the first place???

“No, I DO NOT like the fact about how expensive it is and you bought it like it’s nothing for ME.”

He sighs and makes his way near the trash can. You are totally horrified now,

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING NOO!!!” You scream in panic.

He looks at you again tilting his head even more confused. (he’s too rich to the point it’s problematic 🥀)

“You don’t like it so I’m throwing it away :3”

“NO I NEVER SAID THAT”

You snatch the goodie bag from his hand aggressively.

“Thankyou. >:( “

“Welcome~”

Later you both hold hands on the way to your apartment, discussing on ridiculous topics. He often talks about his students. You sometimes forget their names, but you are sure these children seem cool to hang out with. You’d love to meet Nobara, she’s seems very sweet and a warm-hearted girl. When you reach your building, you lecture him on not buying useless snacks for you, EVER AGAIN.

When you reached home you missed his presence. The feeling was different, Wait are you becoming clingy?? NO I’M NOT THAT OBSESSED-

Then a notification appears on your phone, oh shit it’s him.

“Missing ya’ :3”  no no no no no no no no this cant be-

“… fuck…”

The last words before you get knocked out from that goddamn CHARM.

Be grateful that you were able to sleep that night other than re-replaying your interactions in your head the whole night.

Thankyou for you cuties for reading !!! <3

I wrote it in a different style this time, It took quite some time to come up with the character dynamic, and I am looking forward on writing more parts of this. HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!!