You’re hopelessly in love with Satoru Gojo but he keeps giving you mixed signals. (MDNI)
Part2 (Last part) part 1 —> here
Heartbreak doesn’t just go away because you want it to.
It’s been five weeks and you’re still not okay.
You stopped going to parties. Deleted Instagram off your phone because watching him post stories with Mina made you want to throw up.
Your roommate says you’re being dramatic, but she also didn’t hear the guy she was in love with call her nobody, so fuck her opinion on this.
You’re not trying to be pathetic about it.
But Jesus Christ, it still hurts.
You still think about him when you wake up. Still feel buzzes on your phone and hope it’s Satoru.
You’re trying to move on. You really are.
It’s just taking longer than you’d like.
Your roommate forces you out of the dorm on a Friday night. Not to a party… she knows better than to suggest that… but to a Japanese restaurant downtown that apparently has ‘the best ramen you’ll ever fucking taste.’
The place looks sketchy from outside but has a line out the door.
You’re waiting to be seated, standing outside scrolling through TikTok when someone behind you says, “First time here?”
Tall as fuck… taller than Satoru, which you didn’t think was possible. Tattoos everywhere you can see and probably places you can’t.
He looks like he might either fuck you or fight you and you’re not sure which.
“If you’re not getting the spicy miso, you’re fucking up.” He’s not even really looking at you, scrolling his own phone. “Everything else is good, but that’s the one you’ll think about for days after.”
His voice is deep and a little rough, like he smokes or screams for a living or both.
“I was actually looking at the tonkotsu,” you say, which is a lie. You weren’t looking at anything because you can’t read the menu through the brain fog of depression.
He makes a face. “Boring.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, are you the ramen police?”
Now he looks at you, and his eyes are dark red.
“Might as well be. I’ve been coming here for three years.” He looks you up and down. “You look like someone who’s never taken a risk in your life. Tonkotsu is the safe choice.”
“You don’t know shit about me.”
He pockets his phone, gives you his full attention now. “Let me guess. Good student, never misses a deadline. Probably dating some frat guy”
The audacity of this man.
“Are you always this much of an asshole to strangers?”
“Yeah, pretty much.” He doesn’t look bothered by the insult. If anything, he looks more interested. “I’m Sukuna.”
You don’t give him your name. You’re about to say something bitchy when your roommate comes back from the bathroom and freezes.
“Oh shit,” she says. “Sukuna Ryomen?”
He glances at her. “Do I know you?”
“You’re Gojo’s brother….right”
Everything inside you goes very still.
“Half brother,” Sukuna corrects, and he looks a little offended.
Gojo. As in Satoru Gojo. As in the guy who’s currently taking up unwanted residence in your brain.
“Holy shit,” you continue, because you have no sense of self preservation. “I didn’t know Satoru had a brother. He never mentioned…”
“Yeah, well, we’re not close.” Sukuna’s tone makes it clear that topic is closed. His eyes slide back to you. “Wait. You know Satoru?”
Your roommate, the absolute traitor, laughs. “Not really? You were literally in love with…”
You elbow her so hard she gasps.
Sukuna’s eyebrows rise. “In love with my baby brother? Fuck, that’s unfortunate.”
“I’m not… it’s not…” You’re stuttering. Great. “We were just friends.”
“Uh huh.” He doesn’t believe you even a little bit. “Let me guess. He friend zoned you too?”
Your face must do something terrible because Sukuna laughs. It’s not a nice laugh.
“Fucking classic Satoru,” he says. “Kid’s been pulling that shit since high school.”
He waves at the owner of the place. “She’s with me.”
But the server is already leading you both to a table, and your roommate is staring at you with wide eyes.
She texts back: GET IT GIRL with like seventeen eggplant emojis.
Sukuna sits across from you.
“Pretty sure you just kidnapped me to your table.”
“Why do you even want to have dinner with me? You don’t know me.”
“That’s kind of the point of getting to know someone.” He signals the waiter, orders, then looks at you expectantly.
“I can order for myself.”
You don’t know what half this menu means, and he knows it, the smug asshole.
You order the tonkotsu out of spite.
The waiter leaves and Sukuna leans back, studying you. “So… how long have you known Satoru? You two close?”
“He has a girlfriend,” you say, and you hate how defensive you sound. “Mina. They’re happy so don’t….”
“Mina Kojima? The Instagram model wannabe?” Sukuna snorts. “Yeah, he’s been chasing her for like a year. Guess he finally got her.”
Something about the way he says it makes your stomach hurt.
“Good for him,” you manage.
“Is it?” Sukuna looks at you like you’re a puzzle he’s trying to solve. “You don’t seem particularly happy about it.”
Stop talking stop talking stop talking…. You want to die.
“Why would I care? We were just friends.”
“Right. And I’m the fucking Pope.”
“What’s your deal?” you ask. “You just ambush sad girls at restaurants regularly?”
Your heart does a stupid flutter.
The food arrives and Sukuna pushes yours toward you. It’s weird how not weird this is. Sitting with a stranger who somehow doesn’t feel like a stranger.
Your roommate texts: I left. You’re welcome. Use protection.
You don’t think about Sukuna after that.
Okay, you think about him a little bit. But only because the idea that Satoru has a brother he never mentioned is weird. In all your late night conversations, Satoru never once brought up having a sibling.
Then again, there’s a lot Satoru didn’t tell you.
The following week, you’re at the campus library in your usual spot… when someone drops into the chair in front of you.
It’s Sukuna. In a grey hoodie this time,looking entirely too comfortable in your space.
“The fuck are you doing here?” you say.
“Library’s public space, sweetheart.”
“Don’t call me sweetheart.”
“What should I call you then? You never told me your name.” He’s got a laptop and a coffee, settling in like he plans to stay.
You tell him your name just to get him to stop calling you sweetheart.
“So,” he says, opening his laptop. “Still in love with Satoru, or are we making progress?”
“I’m not talking about this with you. I don’t even know you.”
“Sure you do. I’m the devastatingly handsome older brother who’s much better company than Satoru.”
You stare at him. “handsome?”
You are absolutely not admitting that he’s attractive. “You’re related to Satoru, so genetically I’m suspicious.”
He laughs at that, a real one this time, not the mean one from the restaurant. “For the record, we’re half brothers. Different moms. I got the better genes.”
“And the humility to match.”
He nods at your textbook. “What are you working on?”
“What’s your major?” you ask, against your better judgment.
“Business marketing. I’m in grad school.”
“I’m twenty four, you brat.”
You’re twenty one, so yeah, he’s older. Not old old, but older than the guys you usually….
Wait, why are you even thinking about this?
“Why aren’t you at grad school library?” you ask.
“Needed a change of scenery. Plus, I figured I’d find you here.”
Your heart does a weird skip. “Why would you want to find me?”
He shrugs. “I’m bored, and you’re more interesting than you think you are.”
“You don’t know anything about me.”
“I know you’re smart enough to claim this corner of the library, which has the best natural light and the fewest people.” He leans back in his chair. “And I know you’ve been sitting here for forty five minutes staring at the same page, which means you’re thinking about something that isn’t physics.”
“Maybe I’m just a slow reader.”
“Maybe. Or maybe you’re still hung up on my idiot brother.”
The words hit like a punch to the chest.
“Jesus Christ,” you snap. “Can you shut up?”
“You know what Satoru’s problem is?” he finally says. “He’s so focused on what he wants that he doesn’t see what’s right in front of him. Been that way since we were kids. Our dad used to take us to these fancy dinners…. back when he still pretended to give a shit about me…. and Satoru would spend the whole time staring at dessert menu, wouldn’t even taste the actual food.”
“I don’t understand what that has to do with….”
“He did the same thing to you. Was so busy chasing Mina that he didn’t see what he had right in front of him.”
“I don’t know,” You’re blinking fast because you’re not crying in front of this stranger. “I thought… I really thought he felt the same way. The way he looked at me sometimes. It felt real.”
He opens his laptop “Satoru’s an idiot, and you’re not letting him fuck up your GPA.”
You’re annoyed enough at his bluntness that you actually open your textbook and start reading. He works on whatever he’s doing.
After an hour, he slides his coffee across the table.
“You’ve been eyeing it for twenty minutes. Just drink it.”
“That’s gross. I don’t know where your mouth has been.”
“Lots of places, sweetheart. But the coffee’s clean.”
Your face heats. “Stop calling me sweetheart.”
Your heart is doing that stupid flutter thing, and you hate it.
You study together until the library closes. He walks you back to your dorm without asking.
“You gonna be here tomorrow?” he asks when you reach your building.
“So I know where to find you when you inevitably start crying over Satoru again.”
“Has anyone ever told you you’re kind of an asshole?”
“Frequently.” He grins. “See you tomorrow, sweetheart.”
He’s gone before you can correct him again.
He does show up the next day. And the day after that.
It becomes a thing, somehow. You study, he works on grad school shit, and occasionally he says something so blunt and borderline mean that it shocks you out of your own head.
Two weeks into this weird arrangement, your roommate drags you to a party.
You don’t want to go. You’ve been doing better, and parties mean the possibility of seeing Satoru, which you’re not ready for.
But she insists, and you’re tired of being the sad friend.
The party is at some off campus house.
You’re there for maybe twenty minutes before you see him.
Satoru’s across the room, and he’s….
Fuck, he’s staring at you.
His expression is… you don’t know. Hungry, almost. Like he’s seeing you for the first time.
You’re wearing a black dress, your hair down for once instead of in its usual messy bun. You look good and you know it.
And Satoru can’t stop looking.
Mina says something to him and he doesn’t even glance at her. His eyes are locked on you, blue and intense and…
You turn and head for the kitchen, and you can feel him watching you the whole way.
You’re pouring yourself a drink with shaking hands when someone leans against the counter next to you.
“Didn’t expect to see you here.”
He’s in all black, his hair is slightly messy like he didn’t bother styling it. He looks unfairly hot.
“Didn’t expect to be here,” you admit.
“Yeah, I can see that. You look like you’re about to run.”
“I know. Saw him eye fucking you from across the room.”
Your face heats. “He was not…”
“He absolutely was. Boy looked like he wanted to ditch the girlfriend and follow you.” Sukuna grabs your drink, takes a sip, makes a face. “What the fuck is this?”
“Tastes like shit.” He dumps it out and starts making you something else. “You doing okay?”
“I don’t know,” you say honestly. “I wasn’t expecting to see him.”
“And let him think he still has that much power over me? Fuck no.”
Sukuna grins. “There she is.”
He hands you a new drink that smells like whiskey. You take a sip and it burns in the best way.
You’re about to respond when Satoru walks into the kitchen.
He looks… off. His hair is messier than usual, like he’s been running his hands through it. His eyes go immediately to you, then to Sukuna, then back to you.
“Hey,” he says, and his voice is weird. Strained. “Didn’t know you’d be here.”
His eyes drop to your outfit, then away quickly. “You look… good.”
It’s the first time he’s spoken to you in two months, and that’s what he leads with?
“Thanks,” you say flatly.
Satoru’s eyes slide to Sukuna. “Didn’t know you two knew each other.”
“We’re friends,” you say, at the same time Sukuna says, “We’re fucking.”
Satoru’s fists clench at his sides
“Kidding,” Sukuna says, grinning like the asshole he is. “Mostly.”
“Mostly?” Satoru asks, blue eyes narrowing in on him.
“Yeah, mostly. Haven’t sealed the deal yet, but the night’s young.” Sukuna’s hand lands on your lower back. “Right, sweetheart?”
You almost tell Satoru that Sukuna’s fucking with him, that you’re just friends, that nothing’s happening.
But Satoru’s looking at you like the idea of you with someone else is killing him, and after two months of being nobody, you kind of want him to hurt.
So you lean into Sukuna’s touch and smile.
“Mina’s looking for you,” Sukuna sounds bored. “She’s your girlfriend, right? Mina?”
“Yeah.” He says it like he forgot. “Right.”
Then he just… stands there. Looking at you. Not leaving.
It’s Sukuna who breaks the tension.
“Did you need something, little brother? Or are you just gonna stand there staring?”
You’re watching this like a tennis match. There’s clearly history here, bad blood you don’t understand.
Satoru’s hands are clenched into fists. “Can I talk to you? Alone?”
It takes you a second to realize he’s talking to you.
There’s something desperate in his voice, and your treacherous heart responds to it.
You look at Sukuna. He shrugs.
“Your call, sweetheart. Want me to tell him to fuck off?”
“It’s fine,” you say. “Just… give us a minute?”
Sukuna’s expression is unreadable. “I’ll be outside if you need me. And Satoru?” He smirks “Make it quick.”
He leaves, and suddenly you’re alone with Satoru.
“What do you want?” you ask.
He runs a hand through his hair. “I just… fuck. I haven’t seen you in months.”
“Yeah. I guess.” He’s looking at you like he’s trying to memorize your face. “You’ve been avoiding me.”
“You have a girlfriend. Didn’t think you’d notice.”
“Of course I fucking noticed.” His voice cracks. “You just disappeared. Stopped texting, stopped coming to…”
“What did you expect?” You can’t keep the bitterness out of your voice. “You made it pretty clear where we stood.”
“What are you talking about?”
He doesn’t even remember.
“Nothing,” you say. “Forget it.”
“No, tell me. What did I…”
“You called me nobody, Satoru.” You blink back tears, closing your eyes
“Fuck,” he whispers. “Fuck, I didn’t… I wasn’t thinking…”
“Yeah, well. Message received.”
“It wasn’t like that. I was just trying to… Mina was right there and I didn’t want her to…” He’s stumbling over his words. “You have to know I didn’t mean it like that.”
“How did you mean it then?”
He doesn’t have an answer.
You laugh, and it sounds broken. “That’s what I thought.”
“Are you really fucking my brother?”
The question catches you off guard.
“That’s what you’re worried about?”
“Why do you care? You have a girlfriend.”
“That’s not…” He steps closer, and you can smell his cologne. The same one from his hoodie. “Just answer the question.”
“No,” you say. “We’re friends. He’s helping me…”
Get over you, you don’t say.
Satoru’s jaw ticks. He’s close enough now that you can see the flecks of darker blue in his eyes.
“I fucked up,” he says quietly. “ I know I did.”
Those three words nearly break you.
“You have a girlfriend,” you repeat.
“So what are you doing, Satoru? What is this?”
He doesn’t answer. He just looks at you with those stupid blue eyes and you can feel yourself cracking.
But you’re already moving, pushing past him, heading for the door.
You find Sukuna outside smoking a cigarette. He takes one look at your face and flicks it away.
He doesn’t ask questions. Just throws an arm over your shoulders and guides you away from the party, away from Satoru, away from everything.
Three months later, somewhere along the way, you stopped thinking about Satoru every day. Then every week.
And you started thinking about Sukuna instead.
He never pretended to be soft or sweet or anything other than what he was, kind of an asshole. But he showed up.
When you couldn’t sleep because your brain wouldn’t shut up about Satoru, Sukuna would call you at 2 AM and talk about absolutely nothing until you finally crashed.
He dragged you to restaurants and underground concerts. Taught you how to parallel park.
Let you ramble about your thesis at 3 AM while he pretended to be annoyed but was clearly listening.
You’re pretty sure you’re fucked.
It’s a random Tuesday when Sukuna shows up at your dorm at midnight with takeout.
“Spicy miso,” he says, pushing past you into your room. “Because you finally admitted I was right about the ramen.”
He starts unpacking the food. “Also, you’ve been stress eating lately so I figured you forgot dinner.”
He’s right. You did forget dinner.
“Because you always forget to eat when you’re stressed, and you’ve got that presentation tomorrow.” He hands you chopsticks.
He watches you with this expression you can’t quite read.
“What?” you ask around a mouthful of noodles.
He sighs. Puts down his ramen. Looks at you with an intensity that makes your stomach flip.
“Fuck it,” he says. “I’m in love with you.”
“In love with you. Have been for a while.” He picks his ramen back up like he didn’t just detonate a bomb in your chest. “You gonna say something or just stare at me like I grew a second head?”
Your heart is racing. “You can’t just…Sukuna…”
“Look, I know you’re probably still hung up on Satoru, and that’s fine. I’m patient. But I’m not gonna keep pretending I’m just your friend when I wanna…” He pauses, smirking at you, the look in his eyes ruins you. “When I wanna do very non friendly things to you on a regular basis.”
Heat floods your face. “What kind of things?”
His eyes go dark. “You really want me to spell it out?”
“I want to kiss you until you forget his name. Want to make you come so hard you see stars. Want to wake up next to you” He leans forward. “That clear enough for you, sweetheart?”
His hand finds yours across the takeout containers.
The way he’s looking at you like you’re something precious even though he’d never say it that way.
He’s nothing like Satoru.
Thank god he’s nothing like Satoru.
“Yeah. Okay. Let’s… let’s try this.”
His smiles softly. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, but if you break my heart I’m gonna… ”
It’s hot and demanding and his hand is in your hair and you’re pretty sure you’re melting into him.
When he finally pulls back, you’re both breathing hard.
“Been wanting to do that for months,” he mutters against your lips.
“Should’ve done it sooner.”
He kisses you again, softer this time. “Guess you like assholes.”
Satoru finds out two days later.
You don’t know how… maybe someone saw you and Sukuna together, maybe the universe just hates him…. but he shows up at the library looking like he hasn’t slept in days.
“Is it true?” he asks without preamble.
You close your laptop. “Is what true?”
“You and Sukuna. Are you… are you together?”
“Yeah,” you say simply. “We are.”
He looks like you shot him.
“No,” he breathes. “Fuck, no, you can’t… ”
“Can’t be with him. You can’t… ” He’s running his hands through his hair, and he looks manic. “I broke up with Mina.”
Your heart skips, but not the way it would have four months ago.
“Okay? That’s all you have to say?”
“What do you want me to say?”
“I broke up with her because of you.” His voice cracks. “Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Because every time she talked I wished she was you. I’m in love with you and I have been for months and I’m a fucking idiot for not realizing it sooner.”
A few months ago, this would have been everything you wanted to hear.
Now it just makes you tired.
“You’re too late,” you say quietly.
“No. No, don’t say that.” He drops to his knees in front of you like you’re something holy. “Please. I know I fucked up. I know I hurt you. But I’m here now and … I’m begging you… please give me another chance.”
“I love you. Do you hear me? I love you. Not Mina, not anyone else. You.”
His eyes are shining and he means it, you can tell he means it.
But it doesn’t matter anymore.
“I’m so fucking sorry…I was an idiot…”
“Yeah. You were.” You pull your hand away from where he’s grabbed it. “And maybe if you’d realized it sooner, things would be different. But I’ve moved on, Satoru. I’m with Sukuna now, and I’m happy.”
Satoru flinches like you slapped him.
You stand up, start packing your stuff. “I was in love with you for months, and you didn’t see me. Sukuna saw me on day one.”
“Please,” Satoru whispers. “Please, I’m sorry. I’ll do anything.”
“I know you are. And I forgive you, I do. But I don’t want to go back.”
You leave him there on his knees, and you don’t look back.
A/n :Okay so this was kinda rushed because my brain was fried but I hope it still hit the way you guys wanted🥺 also not me feeling bad for Satoru even though he literally did this to himself 😭 my baby made his bed now he’s gotta lie in it (alone) (crying)
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