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âI donât know how it works!â You whine, holding the controller in your hands. Youâre plopped comfortably on Satoruâs bed, heâs sitting next to you, teasing you. Even laughing at you. That prick!
âWell, Iâve explained it like four times!â He chuckles, âit looks like you arenât good at everything you do, hm?â He teases even more, digging his fingers into your ribs. You jerk your body away, not in the mood for another tickling fight. (You always lose it.)
âListen,â he smiled, holding your hand, âitâs a really old game, but I love it, right? This is PS2, so be kind to itââ he says, looks at you and rolls his eyes, ââand donât stress! The controller will break! Youâre squeezing it way too tight.â
You giggled, looking at the game. It did look old. âIsnât this just the PokĂ©mon game, Satoru?â
âItâs not PokĂ©mon,â Satoru says, nudging your knee with his. âYou donât just catch them and throw them into battle. You raise them.â
You frown at the screen. âRaise them how?â
âLike⊠digital parenting.â He grins. âYou feed them, train them, let them sleep, take them to the bathroom so they donât poop on the ground like idiots.â
Your head snaps toward him. âThey poop?â
âYes,â he says proudly. âAnd if you ignore it, they get sick. And then they evolve into ugly gremlin versions because you were a bad parent.â
âThatâs evil.â
âThatâs character building,â he corrects smoothly.
You glance back at the screen as the little Digimon waddles around. âSo whatâs the point? Just keeping it alive?â
âNo,â he says, softer now. âYou train it. Build its stats. Depending on how you treat it, it evolves differently. Stronger. Cooler. Or⊠not.â
âSo itâs like⊠parenting?â
He smirks. âExactly. You canât just mash buttons and expect a legendary. You actually have to care.â
You squint at him. âAre you subtly calling me neglectful?â
âIâm subtly calling you impatient,â he laughs. âRelax. Itâll digivolve. Just donât kill it in the first ten minutes.â
âOh trust me, Iâll be a good mama,â you spoke proudly, âway better than their shit dad! Just watch!â
Pride in your voice, you moved your fingers carefully on the controller. Your eyes glued to the screen. Satoru looked at you fondly, a small smile on his lips. You, in his bed, playing his favorite game. He couldnât wish for more.
It felt so domestic. You were frequently coming over, winning over his own family and his own heart. You became a part of his life as much as part of his own body. There was nothing Satoru wouldnât do for you.
âSatoru!â You squeaked, your fingers wrapped around his arm. You shook him hard, your eyes sparkling with excitement. His gaze snapped towards you. âHm?â He hummed.
âWhat is this! I want it! Look at that, itâs a cute little green baby, Satoru, buy it for me, please, please!â You exclaimed, pointing towards the screen. Satoruâs heart warmed so much.
âThatâs Palmon,â he informed you, caressing your back with his fingers, âitâs a pink plant baby. Adorable, isnât it? But once he grows heâs a cactus boxer.â
He laughed at your reaction. Your eyebrows raised up, lips slightly parted. âThat⊠cute baby. Boxer? And who said itâs a man?!â
You smacked his shoulder, âyou sexist fuck! Thatâs clearly a strong woman digi who will box men to prove feminism is real and strong!â
Satoru bursted out laughing, his face pure of joy. He slapped his hand on his thigh, unable to control his laughter. His body shook from it and that made you giggle too.
âOkay, okay. Sheâs a strong woman! A woman who will become a strong cactus who boxes bad men, happy?â
You folded your arms stubbornly. âYes. Buy her for me.â
Satoru snorted softly. âYou canât buy Digimon.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause you have to raise them,â he said, caressing your face, âStats, care, discipline. If you mess up, they evolve into something ugly.â
You pouted. âSo how do I get her?â
âYou canât. Not yet.â
âExcuse me?!â
He leaned back casually. âIâve been taking care of her.â
âAnd why canât I?â You hissed, eyes squinting. âWhy you and not me!â
âI knew weâd play eventually,â he shrugged, pretending it was nothing. âSo I made sure to get Palmon. No care mistakes. Balanced training. Sheâs basically perfect.â
âOoo, my perfect baby,â you said happily, clapping your hands, âsheâs so cute! Is she cute as a cactus too?â
âWellâ,â Satoru coughed, looking away so you wouldnât see the blush on his cheeks, ââit depends on how you look at it⊠I suppose.â
You threw a small pillow at his face, âwhat does that mean?!â
~
âDo you like it?â Satoru asked you, pointing towards a beautiful purse. You couldnât see it well, but you still looked at him with a raised brow.
âSo your shopping spree meant you wanna see what I like?â You teased, walking over to him. Your eyes scanned the bag. It was beautiful, truly. Leather covering the bottom, the material itself looked very expensive. A beautiful shade of brown.
âWhat brand is that?â You asked, curiously looking for any sign. âJust Louis Vuitton,â Satoru shrugged. âNothing special.â He grinned, taking the bag down for you to inspect it.
âGorgeous, way out of my budget. Wanna check Forever 21?â
âAnd who said youâre paying?â Satoru asked, raising his hand to call over one of the sale men. You stood in your tracks, looking at him dumbfounded. âSatoru, you are notââ âSilence.â
He shut you down, wrapping his arm around your waist. He leaned down to plant a sweet kiss in your hair. âChoose more, baby. My card has no limit, just like me when it comes to you. Both are limitless.â
âYouâre unbelievable,â you sighed, âbut please, do not buy it for me. Thatâs way too expensive.â
âNonsense, pretty girl. Absolute nonsense.â
The day went by so fast. Satoru was carrying multiple shopping bags with your clothes and purses. He also bought you some brand new heels. Christian Louboutin heels werenât on your budget list, but hey- if he wants to spoil you, then he can.
Youâve put the bags back into his car, walked over to the shopping center and had a dinner together. The conversation was warm and easy, the food was delicious and you were faster than Satoru in paying. (He didnât like that. Heâs been pouting at you for the past twenty minutes.)
~
After dropping you back at your home, Satoru walked into the mansion, greeted by his mom. She had a tight smile on her lips. âWe need to talk.â
Just with those four words he knew he was screwed.
âSure, ma,â Satoru said. He walked over to the living room, sitting down on the sofa. âTalk, then.â
She sat next to him, reaching to hold his hand. She swallowed nervously, looking at her son and for the first time in years, she saw a man. Not the little rude boy he used to be, but rather a man who knew what heâs wanted.
âThe sweet girl that comes over,â she began and Satoruâs brows furrowed, âyou need to stop leading her on. We both know it wonât work for multiple reasons.â
Satoru blinked away the tears forming in his eyes. âMaâŠâ âNo,â she cut him off, âI see you around her. You act so different. Iâm happy as a mother, I couldnât be happier seeing you this way. But I still have to remind you of your duties for this family.â
âBut mom, let meââ âSatoru, Iâm talking,â she reminded him, looking away from his hurt face, âyou shall marry into a well known family. Unite our family with Zenâin or even the Kamoâs. As much as I like that girl, I canât let you continue this.â
Satoru shook his head, feeling the familiar burn in his chest. His breathing uneven, he dug his nails into his palm. âYou canât control me,â he choked out, âafter years I feel comfortable with someone. She doesnât see me as a money bank. She sees me as a person and Iâ Iâve hurt her so much already and I canât hurt her again, I donât want to. I donât want to lose her, mom, please. Please.â
His mother stood up, her face unreadable. Her voice was emotionless. âThe Gojo family does not act this way, Satoru. Iâve tried to be nice about it, but you give me no chance. A man in your position canât choose comfort over responsibility, do you understand?â
Then with a sigh she sat back down.
âI didnât love your father at first. It was an arranged marriage since the moment I was born. It wasnât easy, Satoru, but I found my way to him and thanks to that, we have you. Please, understand this.â
âBut I didnât choose any of it,â he whispered, his voice breaking, âI didnât choose to be born into this family. I can lead well and still have someone next to me who I love. Ma, she makes me want to be better. She stands up to me. She doesnât let me walk over her. Fuck, she will be a lawyer. A good one at that. Please, ma. We can be good together.â
âSatoru, itâs unavoidable.â âLet me prove you sheâs worth it? I mean, we arenât even dating, mom. Weâre friends but I like her, I promise. Iâll do my best and I will tell her everything and I donât know what to do.â
She sighed, âdo what you want. But just know, your duties are set.â
~
The day was rainy. It felt like the world itself was taking pity on Satoru. He arrived late to class, sat down quietly and hasnât said anything. He was excited to see you. You two promised to meet after your shared class and get some sweets together. He had to get you two alone to talk with you about it. You had the right to know what was going on in his life, the issue is he doesnât know how to tell you.
He couldnât just look into your eyes and tell you his family is shit and that your relationship might never work out. It pained him to do so. Satoru simply doesnât wanna hurt you again and neither see you suffer on his behalf. After all, you are the first woman he is taking seriously.
Heâs nudged into Suguru whoâs sat next to him. âCan we talk?â He hushed, seeking his friendâs advice. Suguru looked at him, simply nodding.
âMy family knows about her now,â Satoru whispered, his gaze stuck on the lector, âmy ma isnât particularly happy about it and my dad is definitely not happy about it. I have to tell her somehow.â
His voice was bare and Suguru could feel the emotions in his voice. He let him speak before giving any advice. (Truth is, Suguru doesnât know how to help but at least Satoru can vent.)
âI donât want to hurt her again, Sugu. I feel like Iâve hurt her enough and now, that I spent more time with her⊠I just canât simply do it.â
He looked at his friend, his icy blues seeking any kind of advice. Suguru sighed, his hand nervously gripping the back of his neck.
âThatâs tough, Satoru,â he whispered, his voice low and soft. Just like always. âI donât know how to help you. I am not in such a family like yours and if I can be honest with you,â he paused, looked back at the board and whispered, âI like her too.â
~
The library was busy like always. People typing, pages flipping, someone whispering in the back. Satoru was already sitting at the table when you walked in. Laptop open, notebook in front of him, but he wasnât doing anything.
You smiled when you saw him and sat down across from him. âHi,â you said, leaning forward. âWhy do you look like someone ran over your favorite pet?â
âI donât have a pet,â he replied quietly. âOkay, then why do you look like you lost custody of one?â you teased, poking his cheek lightly. âSeriously, whatâs up?â
He caught your hand gently and then let go. He sighed and looked away from you. His heart tugged in his chest. It was burning hot, it hurt him knowing heâd have to tell you. But when he looked at you, he saw nothing but peace.
Of course you were smiling. Of course you were being soft with him. You had no idea what was going on.
âNothingâs up,â he said, fidgeting with the hem of his white shirt. His heart pounding faster now, heâd have to tell you any moment now.
The truth was, Satoru didnât have the balls to do so.
âYouâre lying,â you said immediately. âYouâre weird. You never act this way and you sure as hell ainât this quiet.â Your gaze burnt. The way you looked at him as if you were trying to see right through him. It was scary.
âIâm not lying.â
âYou are.â
You leaned closer, trying to read his face. If you moved any closer, Satoru would kiss you. He would. âDid something happen?â
He swallowed. He could tell you right now. He could say everything. About his mom. About what she said. About how complicated things suddenly felt. About his shit family and that heâs not someone you think he is. He could tell you his parents probably chose a wife for him already. Fuck.
But you were smiling at him like nothing was wrong. Like you trusted him completely.
He didnât want to ruin that. Balls or not, your smile was the most precious thing to him.
âCan we just go eat?â he asked instead, closing his laptop.
You raised your eyebrow up. âWhat?â You asked, voice confusedâjust like your faceâ. âare you running away from this conversation?â
âIâm hungry. Our lunch break is over soon, so letâs eat.â
He stood up, taking his bag and slamming it over his shoulder. He offered you his hand, looking at you.
âFine,â you sighed. You stood up, accepting his hand, âbut youâre paying.â
You and Satoru made your way towards your favorite sushi place. Heâs found you two a booth, far into the back, hidden away from random people and loud noises. You appreciated that.
âOrder something normal this time,â Satoru muttered as he sat across from you, taking the menu. You looked at him wide eyed, kicking him under the table with your heel. âOuch!â He scoffed, his lips turning into a pout.
LExcuse me? I always order normal things! You are the one who eats sweet things like a pig!â You accused, squinting your eyes at him. Satoru tried to hold back his smile, but the corners of his lips gave him in.
âYou ordered some chocolate sushi last time? I think it was air fried too,â he mentioned, holding back a chuckle. You gasped, locking your arms on your chest, you looked away with puffed up cheeks.
âIt was⊠I was testing things out, okay?â You murmured, looking back at the menu. Satoru snickered, putting his menu down. âIt was a crime⊠really⊠now that I think about it, the taste had to be disgusting. Fucking hell, whoâs the pig here?!â
You rolled your eyes and kicked him again under the table. âYou eat raw fish like a pig.â
He rolled his eyes at you. âItâs called taste.â
âItâs called no seasoning. You canât handle anything! It either has to be sweet or completely plain! Maybe you should get the chocolate sushi I had last time, you pig.â
He laughed, leaning back as the waiter approached. You ordered dramatically, pointing at three different rolls and adding extra sauce just to annoy him. He got the same as always. Plain maki sushi. Such a pig.
When the food arrived, you reached across immediately, stealing a piece from his plate.
âHey,â he whined, grabbing your wrist lightly. âThatâs mine. Eat your sushi, bad girl.â
âSharing is caring,â you replied, already dipping it in soy sauce.
âYouâre unbelievable.â
âYou love it.â
He didnât answer, but the corner of his lips lifted.
You two ate together, kicking each other under the table and bickering about whoâs a bigger pig. (Satoru is, obviously. He either eats a full plate of cake or some unseasoned chicken.)
Then a voice came from behind you.
âIsnât that the one and only future head of the Gojo estate?â
Satoru froze, then he turned around and forced a smile. âHey, Choso,â he greeted him, ânice to see you here.â
Choso, as youâve learned, stood in front of you two. His dark hair made into two buns, tattoos on his face and his arms. He looked like a punk, but the way he carried himself screamed something entirely different.
âLong time no see,â Choso added, offering his hand. Satoru stood up slightly to shake it. âFor sure, man.â
You looked between them, confused but smiling politely.
Future head? Is that what he said? Satoru was rich and you knew it already, but⊠future head?
Chosoâs eyes shifted to you then. He looked you up and down, turning his attention back at Satoru, whoâs sat back down in the booth next to you.
âAnd who is this fine lady?â he asked kindly. Satoruâs eyes squinted, giving Choso a nasty look. He held your hand under the table as he spoke, unsure on what to say even.
âJust a friend,â he said finally. You blinked, then laughed softly. âHi,â you added, extending your hand politely. âNice to meet you.â
Choso shook it gently. âPleasure.â
He glanced at Satoru again. âIâll see you in Kyoto next week, right?â Satoru nodded once. âYeah.â You tilted your head. âKyoto?â
Choso smiled faintly, ignoring your question. His gaze still stuck at Satoru. âBig opening. Your fatherâs new venture. Itâll be impressive.â
You looked at Satoru confusedly. He didnât look at you back, his eyes met with Chosoâs, but his hand was still covering yours under the table.
âWell,â Choso added smoothly, stepping back, âI wonât interrupt lunch. Good to see you.â
âAnd you,â Satoru replied.
Choso gave you one last polite nod and walked away. You picked up your chopsticks again, pretending to focus on your food. âFuture head of the Gojo estate,â you repeated casually. âWow.â
âSo thatâs what youâve been hiding,â you continued lightly. âShould I bow next time?â
âDonât start,â he muttered, digging his chopsticks into his sushi. He didnât wanna eat anymore. The food tasteless on his tongue.
âAnd âjust a friendâ?â you added, glancing up at him with a grin. âIâm suing you for emotional damage, by the way.â
Satoru stared at you. The way you were so sharp and smart. So confident in your future, he might as wellâ
âYou want to come to Kyoto with me?â he asked suddenly.
Oh fuck. Now itâs out. It was a simple thought but as always his mouth is faster than his brain.
You blinked. âWhat?â âThe opening,â he spoke, sitting up straighter. âCome with me.â
You were confused as fuck. You tilted your head at him, raising your eyebrow, you held up your chopstick to take a bite of your sushi. Letting him drown in the silence, you finally spoke. âAs a friend? Hm?â
âAs my guest.â
You stared at him. That jackass had to be joking!
âGuest?â you repeated slowly. âSo what, youâre just going to introduce me as⊠what? Your plus one? Your emotional support human?â You questioned, leaning forward, âbecause,my dear Satoru, I ainât none of that.â
Satoru laughed, leaning forward too. You two were so close, his eyes shining with mischief. âYou are such a fierce kitten, do you know that?â He teased and you slapped his arm. âAnd youâre a pig. Not sure which is worse.â
âIâll introduce you how you want,â he replied, âAcquaintance. Friend. Date. Whatever youâre comfortable with.â
âA date, huh?â You mused, poking into his nose, ânow that would be a huge scandal, right? Satoru Gojo bringing a dateâŠâ
âIf thatâs what you want,â he shrugged, grinning even wider at you now, âIâll introduce you as anything you want. Iâm comfy with anything.â
You leaned back in the booth, crossing your arms over your chest. âYouâre insane.â
âProbably,â he nodded, âbut thatâs what you love, isnât it?â
âThis is a big event, right? Investors and families and all that?â You asked curiously, tapping your nails onto the table. The rush of the sushi place around you was a good distraction now.
âYeah.â
âAnd you want me to just⊠walk in there next to you?â you asked, biting into your lower lip, âLike I belong there?â
âSee, baby? Thatâs the beauty of it,â he spoke casually, âyou do belong there.â
You raised your eyebrows at that, looking away from his face. His damn ego and sweet words.
âSatoru, I donât even know how to act at something like that. What if I say something stupid? What if I donât fit in? What if everyone looks at me and immediately knows Iâm not from that world?â
âNo oneâs going to do that.â
âYou donât know that,â you shot back. âYou grew up in it. I didnât.â
He leaned forward now, elbows resting on the table. âYou think those people are better than you?â He asked you, reaching out his hand to touch your face. He caressed it with his thumb, his finger grazing your bottom lip lightly.
âThatâs not what I said.â
âBut itâs what youâre implying.â
âI just donât want to stand out in the wrong way.â Admitting that was worse than you thought, but the look in his eyes was nothing but beautiful.
âYou wonât.â
âHow are you so sure?â You asked, earning to hear him say that. Hear him prove you wrong, even when you knew you were the one who was right.
âBecause youâll look like you belong there.â
You frowned. âHow?â
âYouâre going shopping.â He shrugged, leaning back into the chair. He took a sip of his coke, looking at you from under his glasses, âgonna milk my account, baby.â
You stared at him. âNo.â
âYes.â
âNo,â you repeated. âI have my own money. I can buy my own dress.â
âYouâre taking my card.â
âSatoru.â
âYouâre going to take your girls, go shopping, and buy whatever you want.â
âI am not spending your money on some fancy event just to impress people who donât even know me.â
âItâs not about them,â he said calmly. You scoffed, replying in a hushed tone, âIt sounds exactly like it is.â
He leaned closer, lowering his voice. âItâs about me.â His gaze was intense now, burning into you, âI want to see you dressed like that,â he continued. âI want to see you walk into that room next to me and have everyone turn their heads.â
âThat sounds very ego-driven,â you muttered, he grinned and replied softly. âMaybe it is.â
âIt would make me happy,â he said more quietly now. âKnowing I bought something for you. Knowing youâre wearing it because I wanted you there. That youâre standing next to me.â
âI donât need luxury to be worth something,â you bit back. You were annoyed at how easy it came from him. All those sweet words.
âI know,â he said instantly. âYouâre already worth more than half the people whoâll be there.â
âThen why does it matter what I wear?â
âBecause presentation matters in my world,â he replied. âAnd I donât want them questioning why youâre with me.â
âAnd if they do?â you asked carefully.
âThey wonât.â
âAnd if they do?â
âThen theyâll deal with me.â
He then slipped out his black hard. You didnât say anything. You took it and both of you acted as if nothing just happened even though you knew it happened and it meant something.
~
âSo Kyoto, huh?â Shoko mused as you two walked down the street. Both holding Starbucks in your hand, you sighed. âYe, full of snobs and Satoruâs family. His mom is lovely but I donât think they like me.â
Shoko chuckled at that, pulling out the GPS on her phone. You two would be by the boutique soon. âIâd be more surprised if sheâs liked you,â she admitted, âsheâs never liked any of his friends. Not me, not even Geto. Basically ever since we were kids, his family had that kind of idea in their headâyou know like we werenât worthy of their son?â She mused, âitâs kind of sick if you think about it.â
You drank a bit of your coffee, appreciating the caffeine hit. âSee?â You sighed, âand thatâs exactly the issue, Sho. I ainât none of that, my family is absolutely normal I donât have the same childhood as him and I canât act like a snob. They legit have no reason to like me! Not to mention weâre friends and heâs pursuing me and lately heâs been acting weird I feel like heâs hiding something from me.â
Shoko listened to you, nodding when he could and sighing when sheâs realized the fuck ass situation you were in. âWeâre almost there,â sheâs informed you, ânow forget that topic. Shopping and unlimited limit in one sentence? Iâm so in, baby.â
âI feel so bad,â you admitted, âheâs buying me things and all, I feel like a gold digger.â
Shoko shook her head, stopping in front of Chanel. âHe gave you the card, baby,â she reminded you, âand I promise to you. Satoru would die to spoil you. Heâs just like that.â
You looked up at the Chanel logo above the glass doors and swallowed. The store looked unreal. Clean lines, soft lighting, mannequins standing like they had better posture than you ever would. Even the windows looked expensive. Fuck. You didnât belong here.
âIâve never stepped into a place like this,â you admitted, finishing your coffee, you threw the cup in the bin. Your hands were sweaty from the stress, Satoruâs card burning a hole through your purse.
Shoko shook her head. âRelax. Itâs just fabric,â she smiled, offering you her hand. You scoffed, accepted it and replied in a very dry voice, âItâs not just fabric. Itâs fabric that costs someoneâs yearly tuition.â
âGood thing itâs not your tuition,â she shrugged, grinning. âSeriously, girl. Enjoy it.â She took your hand, walking through the glass door.
A saleswoman approached almost immediately. She looked you up and down, you could see the confusion in her eyes but she hasnât said anything. You didnât belong here. This just proved it even more.
âGood afternoon. How may I assist you?â Her voice was professional, but kind. She smiled at you two and you found yourself at loss of words. Shoko answered without blinking. âWe need something that will survive Kyoto politics.â
The womanâs eyebrow lifted slightly. âOf course.â You shot Shoko a look. âWhy are you like this?â She shrugged, grinning. âBecause itâs fun.â
You looked at a black dress hanging on a rack. Your hand smoothed over it. The fabric felt weird. Not in a bad way, you just werenât used to it.
âToo stiff?â you asked. Shoko tilted her head. âItâs giving politicianâs daughter.â
âIs that bad?â
âItâs boring.â
You rolled your eyes, sighing. You two walked even more through the store, the saleswoman approaching you with different clothes. You politely told her youâd choose yourself and thanked her.
A navy piece caught your eye. Clean neckline. Defined waist. You held it up against yourself and looked in the mirror.
ââŠMy ass would look too big in this.â You scoffed, turning around to face Shoko. Shoko didnât even hesitate. âYou have a fat ass.â
âShoko!â
âI mean it respectfully.â
âYouâre supposed to say no.â
She stepped closer, looking at you through the mirror. âWhy would I lie? You do. Thatâs why we balance the waistline.â
You tried not to laugh, however Shokoâs expression made you laugh. You put the dress back, walking away from this type of dress.
The saleswoman came by again, apologizing for interfering. She had one dress on her stretched out arm. You took it into your hands, looking at it. It was rather simple, but that was the beauty. It was tight, showed off your curves with a V-line neck. Decorated by a slit on the back.
You stared at it. It was gorgeous.
âThat one,â Shoko said immediately. âI havenât even tried it.â You tried, but knew she was right. The dress was gorgeous.
âTrust me.â
The moment you slipped it on and turned around to look at yourself in the mirror, your own heart skipped a beat. The fabric clung to your body as if it was your second skin.
You walked out, biting into your cheek. âWell?â you asked, suddenly nervous.
She walked around you once. Slowly. âTurn.â You did so, nervously waiting for her verdict. She exhaled, putting her hands around your waist. âYou look like you donât need anyoneâs approval. If you were gay and I was single Iâd smash you.â
You blushed and laughed at that. You really did look good. It felt like the dress was chosen especially for you.
You shifted slightly. âMy ass?â âStill fat.â âShoko?!â You giggled but she scoffed, âwhat? Iâm just saying the truth. Ass so fat and good I bet it jiggles when you fall down.â
You rolled your eyes, watching Shokoâs reflection in the mirror. Her phone buzzed and she lit up completely.
âUtahime?â you smiled, walking back into the dressing room to change your clothing. Shoko stood in front of it.
âYes,â she replied, âShe says to tell you to stop overthinking.â
âSheâs not even here.â
âShe knows you.â
âWhat else did she say?â
âThat if Satoruâs mother even breathes wrong near you, sheâll personally dismantle the Gojo estate.â
You burst out laughing, walking out of the dressing room with the dress in your hands.
âI love her.â
âShe knows youâre good for him,â Shoko added quietly. That made you pause.
ââŠDoes she?â
âMhm. She said youâre the first girl heâs looked at like that.â
âLike what?â
âLike heâs not bored.â
âYou think theyâll hate me?â you asked softly.
Shoko crossed her arms. âProbably.â
âThat doesnât make it any better, Shoko,â you sighed, taking her hand with yours, âit stresses me out. I donât know how to act in such a place. This sucks so much.â
âGirl, you are a strong woman! Hold your head up,â she scolded you, âSatoru is lucky you even agreed on going out with him. Now heâs thrown you into a lionâs den.â
She then walked towards the cash register, a smirk on her lips. âNow, letâs pay. Then we need jewelry, pretty shoes and a bomb bag. And oh? Your nails⊠also your hair. We could dye it.â
âNoo, I wonât dye my hair,â you rolled your eyes, âplus heâs already bought me a bag. Itâs from Louis Vuitton,â you admitted, biting into your lip. Shokoâs eyes widened. âFor real?â
âMhm,â you nodded, âand some expensive heels too. I canât remember the name but they look good. Itâll look well with the dress,â you smiled, âand jewelry⊠Iâll take some from my mom. I feel bad about the dress already.â
Shoko rolled her eyes, lighting up her cigarette, âgirl, you donât know how to use men,â she chuckled, shrugging her arms, âhe asked you to milk him dry. What you just spent? Thatâs a penny for the man.â
âWhatever,â you waved your hand, rolling your eyes. You looked at the time. It was only the noon, yet the whole street was busy. âHowâs you and Utahime?â
Shoko blushed and looked away, âgood. Very good.â
You widened your eyes, nudging into her. âTell me?? Tell me all,â you demanded, grinning at her, âwhat happened between you two?â
âShe ate me out for the first time last night,â she admitted with a chuckle and you squeaked, covering your mouth, âit was so good. Iâve found out things about myself Iâve never known. As a matter of fact, Iâm a messy person. First time it was wet, girl.â
âFuuuuck, Sho,â you giggled, âgood for you!â
~
The morning your parents left felt strangely quiet. You stood by the front door while your mom double-checked her purse for the third time and your dad reminded you â again â to lock the windows at night. Your grandma had been asking for them to visit for weeks, and they finally found time. Which meant you had the house for yourself. Finally.
âDonât order junk every day,â your mom said, kissing your cheek. You sighed, rolling your eyes but you smiled. Your voice calm and controlled as you spoke, âI wonât.â
âDonât have people over,â your dad said, hugging you tightly, âstudy well. Donât do anything stupid.â
You smiled a little too sweetly. âOf course not.â Your dad gave you a look that said he knew you were just tryna get rid of them, but he hasnât said anything. After bidding their goodbyes, the door shut.
You stood there for a moment, just listening. The silence was weird, you werenât used to it. As weird as it was, you found it pleasant. Just you and yourself.
You walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, closed it. Wandered to the living room. Flopped onto the couch. Checked your phone.
No new messages.
You told yourself youâd enjoy the peace. Study a little. Clean. Be productive.
Instead, you ended up lying on your bed two hours later, staring at the ceiling while sunlight stretched lazily across your walls. Bored. You missed noise.
You rolled over and grabbed your phone. You sighed dramatically, then opened Instagram. Scrolled. Closed it. Opened Netflix. Nothing felt interesting without commentary.
By late afternoon, you were pacing your room like a restless cat. You opened your drawer, looking for something to entertain yourself. Instead, you found something far more interesting.
The unfinished joint from last week.
You picked it up between your fingers, turning it slowly. You shouldnât. You absolutely shouldnât. You stared at your phone. Picked up and typed:
you: u busy, Gojo?
You didnât expect an immediate reply. He responded in under thirty seconds.
gojosatoru: depends
gojosatoru: why
gojosatoru: are you alone đ
You rolled your eyes.
you: donât make it weird
you: parents gone
you: bored
Three dots.
Then:
gojosatoru: Iâm on my way
You blinked.
you: ?? I didnât invite you đ«©
gojosatoru: you donât have tođđ
You stared at the message longer than you should have. What else have you expected? Plus⊠you kind of wanted him to come.
Twenty-five minutes later, your doorbell rang. You rushed downstairs, fixing yourself one last time in the mirror. You had an oversized T-shirt on and your pyjama shorts that were ridiculously short. You opened the door, staring at the man in front of you.
He stood there in a hoodie, hair slightly messy from the wind, holding a plastic bag.
âYou look like you expected me,â he said with a smirk. He looked you up and down, a knowing look on his face. You turned your own face away, biting into your cheek. The you replied, your tone biting, âI didnât.â
âYouâre smiling.â
âIâm not.â
He stepped inside without waiting for permission. âWhatâs in the bag?â you asked, closing the door behind him. You curiously eyed the bag, trying to get it from him.
âSushi. And sodas. I assumed you forgot to eat.â You stopped in your tracks, his words hitting you right into your face. You were at loss of words, then you spoke softly, âThat was sweet.â
âDonât get used to it,â he smirked, wrapping his free arm around your waist. You nudged him lightly as you walked toward the kitchen.
The domesticity of it hit you in waves. Him setting the bag down. You grabbing plates. The two of you bumping into each other in your small kitchen like youâd done it a hundred times.
âYou live like a normal person,â he commented, glancing around. You furrowed your eyebrows, throwing daggers at him just with the look on your face.
âWhat does that mean?â
âIt means I can find the light switch without a map.â
You rolled your eyes. âShut up.â
You carried everything upstairs to your room, settling on the floor instead of your bed. He sat cross-legged, opening containers while you flopped onto your stomach.
âDonât steal my pieces,â he warned.
âSharing is caring.â
âNot in this economy.â
âAs if you care about economy,â you sighed, rolling your eyes. Satoru laughed, lightly slapping you on your ass. That made you pause, looking at him wide-eyed. He shrugged, pretending nothing happened. âShouldnât we eat?â He asked, stuffing his cheeks up.
After eating, you grabbed the remote.
âWhat are we watching?â he asked, curious. He plopped himself down on his tummy next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist, once again. You looked at him, smiling.
âBridgerton.â
His lip lifted in disgust. âAbsolutely not.â
âYou have no taste,â you sighed, âcome on, please?â You pouted, fluttering your lashes at him. He just sighed.
âYou watch dramatic people in corsets pine for eight episodes.â
âAnd you watch animated men punch each other.â
âThatâs culture.â
You ignored him and pressed play anyway.
Fifteen minutes in, he was invested. âWait,â he said suddenly, pointing at the screen. âHeâs lying.â
âObviously,â you rolled your eyes, âitâs painfully obvious he will fall in love with Daphne! I mean, come on, are you trying to tell me heâs just punched that man because he mentioned his shit ass father?â You asked, hands thrown out dramatically. Satoru sat up, nodding.
âExactly! Thatâs what Iâm saying! Heâs like a mad cat, he already stormed off when the guy said he will marry Daphne!â Satoru said, pointing towards the TV.
âYeah, watch him and Daphne ending together by the end of the series. Iâm betting on that.â
You both leaned against your bed eventually, shoulders brushing occasionally. It was subtle at first. Accidental.
Then less accidental.
When the episode ended, you turned to say something and realized he was already looking at you..
You swallowed and looked away first. Light flush on your cheek, you didnât dare to look at Satoru. However, if you did⊠youâd see heâs blushing even more than you.
He reached for your phone and opened it without asking. Thatâs on you for not having a passcode.
âWhat are you doing?â you asked, trying to reach for your phone. He slapped your hand away, grinning. âEducating you.â
He connected to your speaker and scrolled through Spotify. Then, he finally found the song he was looking for. He closed your phone, looking at you in the dim lighting.
ââŠBrooklyn Baby?â you asked slowly. He didnât look embarrassed, more so he looked in love with the song the more it played.
âYes.â
âYou listen to Lana del Rey?â Voice full of curiosity, you scooped closer to him. He smelt so good and was so warm, it felt comforting.
He raised an eyebrow. âIs that illegal?â
âYou act like you only listen to rap and weird indie techno.â
âI beg your pardon?â He exclaimed, lips parted, âI shall let you know Iâm the biggest fan of Lana, okay?â
You laughed softly as the song filled your room. He leaned back on his hands, watching you instead of the ceiling.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he complimented, âjust like this song.â
You slapped his hand away, suddenly realizing how close the two of you actually were. The joint on your desk caught his attention.
âYou were going to smoke alone?â he asked, looking at you with raised eyebrow. You looked away, suddenly the decor of your room far more interesting.
âI wasnât sure.â
He reached for it casually. âLight it.â
âShit, we doing this?â You chuckled and he nodded. You then reached for the lighter, lighting the joint up. You took the first drag, coughing. The first inhale always burned.
You passed it to him. Your body felt the switch, everything disappearing from your brain, your whole body felt so light. Suddenly Satoruâs white hair was the funniest thing youâve seen.
You both ended up sitting on your bed, closer. You felt his arms around you, the need to touch each other too great.
âSo,â he said quietly, smoke curling from his lips. âWhyâd you really text me?â
âI was bored,â you answered, biting into your lip. Your own hand squeezed on his shoulder, massaging slowly.
âThatâs not it.â
âMaybe I just wanted you here.â
Satoru hasnât said anything, which was already weird. He isnât the type to be quiet. You looked at him, realizing he was already looking at you.
âYou call me Gojo when youâre trying to get under my skin,â he said suddenly. You smiled lazily, sticking out your tongue.
âGojo.â
âSay my name.â
âIt is your name.â
âYou know what I mean.â
You rolled onto your side, propping your head up with your hand. âWhy does it bother you?â
âBecause it feels distant.â
The honesty caught you off guard.
You didnât expect that.
You reached for the joint again, buying yourself time. âFine,â you murmured softly. âSatoru.â
âThatâs more like it,â he whispered, his voice lower. He leaned closer to you, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, âthatâs my good girl, hm?â His voice was so smooth, you felt it in every part of your body, especially the lower part. He pulled away with a smirk. As if he knew what heâs doing to you, to your mind and your poor body.
You sat up slowly, knees brushing his thigh. The contact wasnât accidental this time. He didnât move away.
Neither did you.
âAre you nervous about Kyoto?â you asked quietly.
âYes.â
âFor me?â
âFor everything.â
âI can handle myself,â you said softly.
âI know.â
âBut?â
âBut I donât trust them.â
You reached for his hand without thinking. He looked down at your fingers wrapped around his. His thumb brushing against your knuckles, he let out a sigh.
He leaned closer to you, his eyes stuck on yours, noses touching, your lips almost touching. His breath fawning over your lips. It was warm. Too warm and all you wanted was a kiss.
âGojo,â you whispered, teasing him. You licked your lips, staring down at his full plush lips. His hand moved to your jaw, he wasnât rough, but he squeezed enough to have you in place.
MDNI
nerd/frat Gojo x reader
Warnings: smut, angst, double life, Gojo is so misunderstood, talk about politics, naoya zenin is a warning itself.
WC: 7.4k ch7
âI donât know how it works!â You whine, holding the controller in your hands. Youâre plopped comfortably on Satoruâs bed, heâs sitting next to you, teasing you. Even laughing at you. That prick!
âWell, Iâve explained it like four times!â He chuckles, âit looks like you arenât good at everything you do, hm?â He teases even more, digging his fingers into your ribs. You jerk your body away, not in the mood for another tickling fight. (You always lose it.)
âListen,â he smiled, holding your hand, âitâs a really old game, but I love it, right? This is PS2, so be kind to itââ he says, looks at you and rolls his eyes, ââand donât stress! The controller will break! Youâre squeezing it way too tight.â
You giggled, looking at the game. It did look old. âIsnât this just the PokĂ©mon game, Satoru?â
âItâs not PokĂ©mon,â Satoru says, nudging your knee with his. âYou donât just catch them and throw them into battle. You raise them.â
You frown at the screen. âRaise them how?â
âLike⊠digital parenting.â He grins. âYou feed them, train them, let them sleep, take them to the bathroom so they donât poop on the ground like idiots.â
Your head snaps toward him. âThey poop?â
âYes,â he says proudly. âAnd if you ignore it, they get sick. And then they evolve into ugly gremlin versions because you were a bad parent.â
âThatâs evil.â
âThatâs character building,â he corrects smoothly.
You glance back at the screen as the little Digimon waddles around. âSo whatâs the point? Just keeping it alive?â
âNo,â he says, softer now. âYou train it. Build its stats. Depending on how you treat it, it evolves differently. Stronger. Cooler. Or⊠not.â
âSo itâs like⊠parenting?â
He smirks. âExactly. You canât just mash buttons and expect a legendary. You actually have to care.â
You squint at him. âAre you subtly calling me neglectful?â
âIâm subtly calling you impatient,â he laughs. âRelax. Itâll digivolve. Just donât kill it in the first ten minutes.â
âOh trust me, Iâll be a good mama,â you spoke proudly, âway better than their shit dad! Just watch!â
Pride in your voice, you moved your fingers carefully on the controller. Your eyes glued to the screen. Satoru looked at you fondly, a small smile on his lips. You, in his bed, playing his favorite game. He couldnât wish for more.
It felt so domestic. You were frequently coming over, winning over his own family and his own heart. You became a part of his life as much as part of his own body. There was nothing Satoru wouldnât do for you.
âSatoru!â You squeaked, your fingers wrapped around his arm. You shook him hard, your eyes sparkling with excitement. His gaze snapped towards you. âHm?â He hummed.
âWhat is this! I want it! Look at that, itâs a cute little green baby, Satoru, buy it for me, please, please!â You exclaimed, pointing towards the screen. Satoruâs heart warmed so much.
âThatâs Palmon,â he informed you, caressing your back with his fingers, âitâs a pink plant baby. Adorable, isnât it? But once he grows heâs a cactus boxer.â
He laughed at your reaction. Your eyebrows raised up, lips slightly parted. âThat⊠cute baby. Boxer? And who said itâs a man?!â
You smacked his shoulder, âyou sexist fuck! Thatâs clearly a strong woman digi who will box men to prove feminism is real and strong!â
Satoru bursted out laughing, his face pure of joy. He slapped his hand on his thigh, unable to control his laughter. His body shook from it and that made you giggle too.
âOkay, okay. Sheâs a strong woman! A woman who will become a strong cactus who boxes bad men, happy?â
You folded your arms stubbornly. âYes. Buy her for me.â
Satoru snorted softly. âYou canât buy Digimon.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause you have to raise them,â he said, caressing your face, âStats, care, discipline. If you mess up, they evolve into something ugly.â
You pouted. âSo how do I get her?â
âYou canât. Not yet.â
âExcuse me?!â
He leaned back casually. âIâve been taking care of her.â
âAnd why canât I?â You hissed, eyes squinting. âWhy you and not me!â
âI knew weâd play eventually,â he shrugged, pretending it was nothing. âSo I made sure to get Palmon. No care mistakes. Balanced training. Sheâs basically perfect.â
âOoo, my perfect baby,â you said happily, clapping your hands, âsheâs so cute! Is she cute as a cactus too?â
âWellâ,â Satoru coughed, looking away so you wouldnât see the blush on his cheeks, ââit depends on how you look at it⊠I suppose.â
You threw a small pillow at his face, âwhat does that mean?!â
~
âDo you like it?â Satoru asked you, pointing towards a beautiful purse. You couldnât see it well, but you still looked at him with a raised brow.
âSo your shopping spree meant you wanna see what I like?â You teased, walking over to him. Your eyes scanned the bag. It was beautiful, truly. Leather covering the bottom, the material itself looked very expensive. A beautiful shade of brown.
âWhat brand is that?â You asked, curiously looking for any sign. âJust Louis Vuitton,â Satoru shrugged. âNothing special.â He grinned, taking the bag down for you to inspect it.
âGorgeous, way out of my budget. Wanna check Forever 21?â
âAnd who said youâre paying?â Satoru asked, raising his hand to call over one of the sale men. You stood in your tracks, looking at him dumbfounded. âSatoru, you are notââ âSilence.â
He shut you down, wrapping his arm around your waist. He leaned down to plant a sweet kiss in your hair. âChoose more, baby. My card has no limit, just like me when it comes to you. Both are limitless.â
âYouâre unbelievable,â you sighed, âbut please, do not buy it for me. Thatâs way too expensive.â
âNonsense, pretty girl. Absolute nonsense.â
The day went by so fast. Satoru was carrying multiple shopping bags with your clothes and purses. He also bought you some brand new heels. Christian Louboutin heels werenât on your budget list, but hey- if he wants to spoil you, then he can.
Youâve put the bags back into his car, walked over to the shopping center and had a dinner together. The conversation was warm and easy, the food was delicious and you were faster than Satoru in paying. (He didnât like that. Heâs been pouting at you for the past twenty minutes.)
~
After dropping you back at your home, Satoru walked into the mansion, greeted by his mom. She had a tight smile on her lips. âWe need to talk.â
Just with those four words he knew he was screwed.
âSure, ma,â Satoru said. He walked over to the living room, sitting down on the sofa. âTalk, then.â
She sat next to him, reaching to hold his hand. She swallowed nervously, looking at her son and for the first time in years, she saw a man. Not the little rude boy he used to be, but rather a man who knew what heâs wanted.
âThe sweet girl that comes over,â she began and Satoruâs brows furrowed, âyou need to stop leading her on. We both know it wonât work for multiple reasons.â
Satoru blinked away the tears forming in his eyes. âMaâŠâ âNo,â she cut him off, âI see you around her. You act so different. Iâm happy as a mother, I couldnât be happier seeing you this way. But I still have to remind you of your duties for this family.â
âBut mom, let meââ âSatoru, Iâm talking,â she reminded him, looking away from his hurt face, âyou shall marry into a well known family. Unite our family with Zenâin or even the Kamoâs. As much as I like that girl, I canât let you continue this.â
Satoru shook his head, feeling the familiar burn in his chest. His breathing uneven, he dug his nails into his palm. âYou canât control me,â he choked out, âafter years I feel comfortable with someone. She doesnât see me as a money bank. She sees me as a person and Iâ Iâve hurt her so much already and I canât hurt her again, I donât want to. I donât want to lose her, mom, please. Please.â
His mother stood up, her face unreadable. Her voice was emotionless. âThe Gojo family does not act this way, Satoru. Iâve tried to be nice about it, but you give me no chance. A man in your position canât choose comfort over responsibility, do you understand?â
Then with a sigh she sat back down.
âI didnât love your father at first. It was an arranged marriage since the moment I was born. It wasnât easy, Satoru, but I found my way to him and thanks to that, we have you. Please, understand this.â
âBut I didnât choose any of it,â he whispered, his voice breaking, âI didnât choose to be born into this family. I can lead well and still have someone next to me who I love. Ma, she makes me want to be better. She stands up to me. She doesnât let me walk over her. Fuck, she will be a lawyer. A good one at that. Please, ma. We can be good together.â
âSatoru, itâs unavoidable.â âLet me prove you sheâs worth it? I mean, we arenât even dating, mom. Weâre friends but I like her, I promise. Iâll do my best and I will tell her everything and I donât know what to do.â
She sighed, âdo what you want. But just know, your duties are set.â
~
The day was rainy. It felt like the world itself was taking pity on Satoru. He arrived late to class, sat down quietly and hasnât said anything. He was excited to see you. You two promised to meet after your shared class and get some sweets together. He had to get you two alone to talk with you about it. You had the right to know what was going on in his life, the issue is he doesnât know how to tell you.
He couldnât just look into your eyes and tell you his family is shit and that your relationship might never work out. It pained him to do so. Satoru simply doesnât wanna hurt you again and neither see you suffer on his behalf. After all, you are the first woman he is taking seriously.
Heâs nudged into Suguru whoâs sat next to him. âCan we talk?â He hushed, seeking his friendâs advice. Suguru looked at him, simply nodding.
âMy family knows about her now,â Satoru whispered, his gaze stuck on the lector, âmy ma isnât particularly happy about it and my dad is definitely not happy about it. I have to tell her somehow.â
His voice was bare and Suguru could feel the emotions in his voice. He let him speak before giving any advice. (Truth is, Suguru doesnât know how to help but at least Satoru can vent.)
âI donât want to hurt her again, Sugu. I feel like Iâve hurt her enough and now, that I spent more time with her⊠I just canât simply do it.â
He looked at his friend, his icy blues seeking any kind of advice. Suguru sighed, his hand nervously gripping the back of his neck.
âThatâs tough, Satoru,â he whispered, his voice low and soft. Just like always. âI donât know how to help you. I am not in such a family like yours and if I can be honest with you,â he paused, looked back at the board and whispered, âI like her too.â
~
The library was busy like always. People typing, pages flipping, someone whispering in the back. Satoru was already sitting at the table when you walked in. Laptop open, notebook in front of him, but he wasnât doing anything.
You smiled when you saw him and sat down across from him. âHi,â you said, leaning forward. âWhy do you look like someone ran over your favorite pet?â
âI donât have a pet,â he replied quietly. âOkay, then why do you look like you lost custody of one?â you teased, poking his cheek lightly. âSeriously, whatâs up?â
He caught your hand gently and then let go. He sighed and looked away from you. His heart tugged in his chest. It was burning hot, it hurt him knowing heâd have to tell you. But when he looked at you, he saw nothing but peace.
Of course you were smiling. Of course you were being soft with him. You had no idea what was going on.
âNothingâs up,â he said, fidgeting with the hem of his white shirt. His heart pounding faster now, heâd have to tell you any moment now.
The truth was, Satoru didnât have the balls to do so.
âYouâre lying,â you said immediately. âYouâre weird. You never act this way and you sure as hell ainât this quiet.â Your gaze burnt. The way you looked at him as if you were trying to see right through him. It was scary.
âIâm not lying.â
âYou are.â
You leaned closer, trying to read his face. If you moved any closer, Satoru would kiss you. He would. âDid something happen?â
He swallowed. He could tell you right now. He could say everything. About his mom. About what she said. About how complicated things suddenly felt. About his shit family and that heâs not someone you think he is. He could tell you his parents probably chose a wife for him already. Fuck.
But you were smiling at him like nothing was wrong. Like you trusted him completely.
He didnât want to ruin that. Balls or not, your smile was the most precious thing to him.
âCan we just go eat?â he asked instead, closing his laptop.
You raised your eyebrow up. âWhat?â You asked, voice confusedâjust like your faceâ. âare you running away from this conversation?â
âIâm hungry. Our lunch break is over soon, so letâs eat.â
He stood up, taking his bag and slamming it over his shoulder. He offered you his hand, looking at you.
âFine,â you sighed. You stood up, accepting his hand, âbut youâre paying.â
You and Satoru made your way towards your favorite sushi place. Heâs found you two a booth, far into the back, hidden away from random people and loud noises. You appreciated that.
âOrder something normal this time,â Satoru muttered as he sat across from you, taking the menu. You looked at him wide eyed, kicking him under the table with your heel. âOuch!â He scoffed, his lips turning into a pout.
LExcuse me? I always order normal things! You are the one who eats sweet things like a pig!â You accused, squinting your eyes at him. Satoru tried to hold back his smile, but the corners of his lips gave him in.
âYou ordered some chocolate sushi last time? I think it was air fried too,â he mentioned, holding back a chuckle. You gasped, locking your arms on your chest, you looked away with puffed up cheeks.
âIt was⊠I was testing things out, okay?â You murmured, looking back at the menu. Satoru snickered, putting his menu down. âIt was a crime⊠really⊠now that I think about it, the taste had to be disgusting. Fucking hell, whoâs the pig here?!â
You rolled your eyes and kicked him again under the table. âYou eat raw fish like a pig.â
He rolled his eyes at you. âItâs called taste.â
âItâs called no seasoning. You canât handle anything! It either has to be sweet or completely plain! Maybe you should get the chocolate sushi I had last time, you pig.â
He laughed, leaning back as the waiter approached. You ordered dramatically, pointing at three different rolls and adding extra sauce just to annoy him. He got the same as always. Plain maki sushi. Such a pig.
When the food arrived, you reached across immediately, stealing a piece from his plate.
âHey,â he whined, grabbing your wrist lightly. âThatâs mine. Eat your sushi, bad girl.â
âSharing is caring,â you replied, already dipping it in soy sauce.
âYouâre unbelievable.â
âYou love it.â
He didnât answer, but the corner of his lips lifted.
You two ate together, kicking each other under the table and bickering about whoâs a bigger pig. (Satoru is, obviously. He either eats a full plate of cake or some unseasoned chicken.)
Then a voice came from behind you.
âIsnât that the one and only future head of the Gojo estate?â
Satoru froze, then he turned around and forced a smile. âHey, Choso,â he greeted him, ânice to see you here.â
Choso, as youâve learned, stood in front of you two. His dark hair made into two buns, tattoos on his face and his arms. He looked like a punk, but the way he carried himself screamed something entirely different.
âLong time no see,â Choso added, offering his hand. Satoru stood up slightly to shake it. âFor sure, man.â
You looked between them, confused but smiling politely.
Future head? Is that what he said? Satoru was rich and you knew it already, but⊠future head?
Chosoâs eyes shifted to you then. He looked you up and down, turning his attention back at Satoru, whoâs sat back down in the booth next to you.
âAnd who is this fine lady?â he asked kindly. Satoruâs eyes squinted, giving Choso a nasty look. He held your hand under the table as he spoke, unsure on what to say even.
âJust a friend,â he said finally. You blinked, then laughed softly. âHi,â you added, extending your hand politely. âNice to meet you.â
Choso shook it gently. âPleasure.â
He glanced at Satoru again. âIâll see you in Kyoto next week, right?â Satoru nodded once. âYeah.â You tilted your head. âKyoto?â
Choso smiled faintly, ignoring your question. His gaze still stuck at Satoru. âBig opening. Your fatherâs new venture. Itâll be impressive.â
You looked at Satoru confusedly. He didnât look at you back, his eyes met with Chosoâs, but his hand was still covering yours under the table.
âWell,â Choso added smoothly, stepping back, âI wonât interrupt lunch. Good to see you.â
âAnd you,â Satoru replied.
Choso gave you one last polite nod and walked away. You picked up your chopsticks again, pretending to focus on your food. âFuture head of the Gojo estate,â you repeated casually. âWow.â
âSo thatâs what youâve been hiding,â you continued lightly. âShould I bow next time?â
âDonât start,â he muttered, digging his chopsticks into his sushi. He didnât wanna eat anymore. The food tasteless on his tongue.
âAnd âjust a friendâ?â you added, glancing up at him with a grin. âIâm suing you for emotional damage, by the way.â
Satoru stared at you. The way you were so sharp and smart. So confident in your future, he might as wellâ
âYou want to come to Kyoto with me?â he asked suddenly.
Oh fuck. Now itâs out. It was a simple thought but as always his mouth is faster than his brain.
You blinked. âWhat?â âThe opening,â he spoke, sitting up straighter. âCome with me.â
You were confused as fuck. You tilted your head at him, raising your eyebrow, you held up your chopstick to take a bite of your sushi. Letting him drown in the silence, you finally spoke. âAs a friend? Hm?â
âAs my guest.â
You stared at him. That jackass had to be joking!
âGuest?â you repeated slowly. âSo what, youâre just going to introduce me as⊠what? Your plus one? Your emotional support human?â You questioned, leaning forward, âbecause,my dear Satoru, I ainât none of that.â
Satoru laughed, leaning forward too. You two were so close, his eyes shining with mischief. âYou are such a fierce kitten, do you know that?â He teased and you slapped his arm. âAnd youâre a pig. Not sure which is worse.â
âIâll introduce you how you want,â he replied, âAcquaintance. Friend. Date. Whatever youâre comfortable with.â
âA date, huh?â You mused, poking into his nose, ânow that would be a huge scandal, right? Satoru Gojo bringing a dateâŠâ
âIf thatâs what you want,â he shrugged, grinning even wider at you now, âIâll introduce you as anything you want. Iâm comfy with anything.â
You leaned back in the booth, crossing your arms over your chest. âYouâre insane.â
âProbably,â he nodded, âbut thatâs what you love, isnât it?â
âThis is a big event, right? Investors and families and all that?â You asked curiously, tapping your nails onto the table. The rush of the sushi place around you was a good distraction now.
âYeah.â
âAnd you want me to just⊠walk in there next to you?â you asked, biting into your lower lip, âLike I belong there?â
âSee, baby? Thatâs the beauty of it,â he spoke casually, âyou do belong there.â
You raised your eyebrows at that, looking away from his face. His damn ego and sweet words.
âSatoru, I donât even know how to act at something like that. What if I say something stupid? What if I donât fit in? What if everyone looks at me and immediately knows Iâm not from that world?â
âNo oneâs going to do that.â
âYou donât know that,â you shot back. âYou grew up in it. I didnât.â
He leaned forward now, elbows resting on the table. âYou think those people are better than you?â He asked you, reaching out his hand to touch your face. He caressed it with his thumb, his finger grazing your bottom lip lightly.
âThatâs not what I said.â
âBut itâs what youâre implying.â
âI just donât want to stand out in the wrong way.â Admitting that was worse than you thought, but the look in his eyes was nothing but beautiful.
âYou wonât.â
âHow are you so sure?â You asked, earning to hear him say that. Hear him prove you wrong, even when you knew you were the one who was right.
âBecause youâll look like you belong there.â
You frowned. âHow?â
âYouâre going shopping.â He shrugged, leaning back into the chair. He took a sip of his coke, looking at you from under his glasses, âgonna milk my account, baby.â
You stared at him. âNo.â
âYes.â
âNo,â you repeated. âI have my own money. I can buy my own dress.â
âYouâre taking my card.â
âSatoru.â
âYouâre going to take your girls, go shopping, and buy whatever you want.â
âI am not spending your money on some fancy event just to impress people who donât even know me.â
âItâs not about them,â he said calmly. You scoffed, replying in a hushed tone, âIt sounds exactly like it is.â
He leaned closer, lowering his voice. âItâs about me.â His gaze was intense now, burning into you, âI want to see you dressed like that,â he continued. âI want to see you walk into that room next to me and have everyone turn their heads.â
âThat sounds very ego-driven,â you muttered, he grinned and replied softly. âMaybe it is.â
âIt would make me happy,â he said more quietly now. âKnowing I bought something for you. Knowing youâre wearing it because I wanted you there. That youâre standing next to me.â
âI donât need luxury to be worth something,â you bit back. You were annoyed at how easy it came from him. All those sweet words.
âI know,â he said instantly. âYouâre already worth more than half the people whoâll be there.â
âThen why does it matter what I wear?â
âBecause presentation matters in my world,â he replied. âAnd I donât want them questioning why youâre with me.â
âAnd if they do?â you asked carefully.
âThey wonât.â
âAnd if they do?â
âThen theyâll deal with me.â
He then slipped out his black hard. You didnât say anything. You took it and both of you acted as if nothing just happened even though you knew it happened and it meant something.
~
âSo Kyoto, huh?â Shoko mused as you two walked down the street. Both holding Starbucks in your hand, you sighed. âYe, full of snobs and Satoruâs family. His mom is lovely but I donât think they like me.â
Shoko chuckled at that, pulling out the GPS on her phone. You two would be by the boutique soon. âIâd be more surprised if sheâs liked you,â she admitted, âsheâs never liked any of his friends. Not me, not even Geto. Basically ever since we were kids, his family had that kind of idea in their headâyou know like we werenât worthy of their son?â She mused, âitâs kind of sick if you think about it.â
You drank a bit of your coffee, appreciating the caffeine hit. âSee?â You sighed, âand thatâs exactly the issue, Sho. I ainât none of that, my family is absolutely normal I donât have the same childhood as him and I canât act like a snob. They legit have no reason to like me! Not to mention weâre friends and heâs pursuing me and lately heâs been acting weird I feel like heâs hiding something from me.â
Shoko listened to you, nodding when he could and sighing when sheâs realized the fuck ass situation you were in. âWeâre almost there,â sheâs informed you, ânow forget that topic. Shopping and unlimited limit in one sentence? Iâm so in, baby.â
âI feel so bad,â you admitted, âheâs buying me things and all, I feel like a gold digger.â
Shoko shook her head, stopping in front of Chanel. âHe gave you the card, baby,â she reminded you, âand I promise to you. Satoru would die to spoil you. Heâs just like that.â
You looked up at the Chanel logo above the glass doors and swallowed. The store looked unreal. Clean lines, soft lighting, mannequins standing like they had better posture than you ever would. Even the windows looked expensive. Fuck. You didnât belong here.
âIâve never stepped into a place like this,â you admitted, finishing your coffee, you threw the cup in the bin. Your hands were sweaty from the stress, Satoruâs card burning a hole through your purse.
Shoko shook her head. âRelax. Itâs just fabric,â she smiled, offering you her hand. You scoffed, accepted it and replied in a very dry voice, âItâs not just fabric. Itâs fabric that costs someoneâs yearly tuition.â
âGood thing itâs not your tuition,â she shrugged, grinning. âSeriously, girl. Enjoy it.â She took your hand, walking through the glass door.
A saleswoman approached almost immediately. She looked you up and down, you could see the confusion in her eyes but she hasnât said anything. You didnât belong here. This just proved it even more.
âGood afternoon. How may I assist you?â Her voice was professional, but kind. She smiled at you two and you found yourself at loss of words. Shoko answered without blinking. âWe need something that will survive Kyoto politics.â
The womanâs eyebrow lifted slightly. âOf course.â You shot Shoko a look. âWhy are you like this?â She shrugged, grinning. âBecause itâs fun.â
You looked at a black dress hanging on a rack. Your hand smoothed over it. The fabric felt weird. Not in a bad way, you just werenât used to it.
âToo stiff?â you asked. Shoko tilted her head. âItâs giving politicianâs daughter.â
âIs that bad?â
âItâs boring.â
You rolled your eyes, sighing. You two walked even more through the store, the saleswoman approaching you with different clothes. You politely told her youâd choose yourself and thanked her.
A navy piece caught your eye. Clean neckline. Defined waist. You held it up against yourself and looked in the mirror.
ââŠMy ass would look too big in this.â You scoffed, turning around to face Shoko. Shoko didnât even hesitate. âYou have a fat ass.â
âShoko!â
âI mean it respectfully.â
âYouâre supposed to say no.â
She stepped closer, looking at you through the mirror. âWhy would I lie? You do. Thatâs why we balance the waistline.â
You tried not to laugh, however Shokoâs expression made you laugh. You put the dress back, walking away from this type of dress.
The saleswoman came by again, apologizing for interfering. She had one dress on her stretched out arm. You took it into your hands, looking at it. It was rather simple, but that was the beauty. It was tight, showed off your curves with a V-line neck. Decorated by a slit on the back.
You stared at it. It was gorgeous.
âThat one,â Shoko said immediately. âI havenât even tried it.â You tried, but knew she was right. The dress was gorgeous.
âTrust me.â
The moment you slipped it on and turned around to look at yourself in the mirror, your own heart skipped a beat. The fabric clung to your body as if it was your second skin.
You walked out, biting into your cheek. âWell?â you asked, suddenly nervous.
She walked around you once. Slowly. âTurn.â You did so, nervously waiting for her verdict. She exhaled, putting her hands around your waist. âYou look like you donât need anyoneâs approval. If you were gay and I was single Iâd smash you.â
You blushed and laughed at that. You really did look good. It felt like the dress was chosen especially for you.
You shifted slightly. âMy ass?â âStill fat.â âShoko?!â You giggled but she scoffed, âwhat? Iâm just saying the truth. Ass so fat and good I bet it jiggles when you fall down.â
You rolled your eyes, watching Shokoâs reflection in the mirror. Her phone buzzed and she lit up completely.
âUtahime?â you smiled, walking back into the dressing room to change your clothing. Shoko stood in front of it.
âYes,â she replied, âShe says to tell you to stop overthinking.â
âSheâs not even here.â
âShe knows you.â
âWhat else did she say?â
âThat if Satoruâs mother even breathes wrong near you, sheâll personally dismantle the Gojo estate.â
You burst out laughing, walking out of the dressing room with the dress in your hands.
âI love her.â
âShe knows youâre good for him,â Shoko added quietly. That made you pause.
ââŠDoes she?â
âMhm. She said youâre the first girl heâs looked at like that.â
âLike what?â
âLike heâs not bored.â
âYou think theyâll hate me?â you asked softly.
Shoko crossed her arms. âProbably.â
âThat doesnât make it any better, Shoko,â you sighed, taking her hand with yours, âit stresses me out. I donât know how to act in such a place. This sucks so much.â
âGirl, you are a strong woman! Hold your head up,â she scolded you, âSatoru is lucky you even agreed on going out with him. Now heâs thrown you into a lionâs den.â
She then walked towards the cash register, a smirk on her lips. âNow, letâs pay. Then we need jewelry, pretty shoes and a bomb bag. And oh? Your nails⊠also your hair. We could dye it.â
âNoo, I wonât dye my hair,â you rolled your eyes, âplus heâs already bought me a bag. Itâs from Louis Vuitton,â you admitted, biting into your lip. Shokoâs eyes widened. âFor real?â
âMhm,â you nodded, âand some expensive heels too. I canât remember the name but they look good. Itâll look well with the dress,â you smiled, âand jewelry⊠Iâll take some from my mom. I feel bad about the dress already.â
Shoko rolled her eyes, lighting up her cigarette, âgirl, you donât know how to use men,â she chuckled, shrugging her arms, âhe asked you to milk him dry. What you just spent? Thatâs a penny for the man.â
âWhatever,â you waved your hand, rolling your eyes. You looked at the time. It was only the noon, yet the whole street was busy. âHowâs you and Utahime?â
Shoko blushed and looked away, âgood. Very good.â
You widened your eyes, nudging into her. âTell me?? Tell me all,â you demanded, grinning at her, âwhat happened between you two?â
âShe ate me out for the first time last night,â she admitted with a chuckle and you squeaked, covering your mouth, âit was so good. Iâve found out things about myself Iâve never known. As a matter of fact, Iâm a messy person. First time it was wet, girl.â
âFuuuuck, Sho,â you giggled, âgood for you!â
~
The morning your parents left felt strangely quiet. You stood by the front door while your mom double-checked her purse for the third time and your dad reminded you â again â to lock the windows at night. Your grandma had been asking for them to visit for weeks, and they finally found time. Which meant you had the house for yourself. Finally.
âDonât order junk every day,â your mom said, kissing your cheek. You sighed, rolling your eyes but you smiled. Your voice calm and controlled as you spoke, âI wonât.â
âDonât have people over,â your dad said, hugging you tightly, âstudy well. Donât do anything stupid.â
You smiled a little too sweetly. âOf course not.â Your dad gave you a look that said he knew you were just tryna get rid of them, but he hasnât said anything. After bidding their goodbyes, the door shut.
You stood there for a moment, just listening. The silence was weird, you werenât used to it. As weird as it was, you found it pleasant. Just you and yourself.
You walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, closed it. Wandered to the living room. Flopped onto the couch. Checked your phone.
No new messages.
You told yourself youâd enjoy the peace. Study a little. Clean. Be productive.
Instead, you ended up lying on your bed two hours later, staring at the ceiling while sunlight stretched lazily across your walls. Bored. You missed noise.
You rolled over and grabbed your phone. You sighed dramatically, then opened Instagram. Scrolled. Closed it. Opened Netflix. Nothing felt interesting without commentary.
By late afternoon, you were pacing your room like a restless cat. You opened your drawer, looking for something to entertain yourself. Instead, you found something far more interesting.
The unfinished joint from last week.
You picked it up between your fingers, turning it slowly. You shouldnât. You absolutely shouldnât. You stared at your phone. Picked up and typed:
you: u busy, Gojo?
You didnât expect an immediate reply. He responded in under thirty seconds.
gojosatoru: depends
gojosatoru: why
gojosatoru: are you alone đ
You rolled your eyes.
you: donât make it weird
you: parents gone
you: bored
Three dots.
Then:
gojosatoru: Iâm on my way
You blinked.
you: ?? I didnât invite you đ«©
gojosatoru: you donât have tođđ
You stared at the message longer than you should have. What else have you expected? Plus⊠you kind of wanted him to come.
Twenty-five minutes later, your doorbell rang. You rushed downstairs, fixing yourself one last time in the mirror. You had an oversized T-shirt on and your pyjama shorts that were ridiculously short. You opened the door, staring at the man in front of you.
He stood there in a hoodie, hair slightly messy from the wind, holding a plastic bag.
âYou look like you expected me,â he said with a smirk. He looked you up and down, a knowing look on his face. You turned your own face away, biting into your cheek. The you replied, your tone biting, âI didnât.â
âYouâre smiling.â
âIâm not.â
He stepped inside without waiting for permission. âWhatâs in the bag?â you asked, closing the door behind him. You curiously eyed the bag, trying to get it from him.
âSushi. And sodas. I assumed you forgot to eat.â You stopped in your tracks, his words hitting you right into your face. You were at loss of words, then you spoke softly, âThat was sweet.â
âDonât get used to it,â he smirked, wrapping his free arm around your waist. You nudged him lightly as you walked toward the kitchen.
The domesticity of it hit you in waves. Him setting the bag down. You grabbing plates. The two of you bumping into each other in your small kitchen like youâd done it a hundred times.
âYou live like a normal person,â he commented, glancing around. You furrowed your eyebrows, throwing daggers at him just with the look on your face.
âWhat does that mean?â
âIt means I can find the light switch without a map.â
You rolled your eyes. âShut up.â
You carried everything upstairs to your room, settling on the floor instead of your bed. He sat cross-legged, opening containers while you flopped onto your stomach.
âDonât steal my pieces,â he warned.
âSharing is caring.â
âNot in this economy.â
âAs if you care about economy,â you sighed, rolling your eyes. Satoru laughed, lightly slapping you on your ass. That made you pause, looking at him wide-eyed. He shrugged, pretending nothing happened. âShouldnât we eat?â He asked, stuffing his cheeks up.
After eating, you grabbed the remote.
âWhat are we watching?â he asked, curious. He plopped himself down on his tummy next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist, once again. You looked at him, smiling.
âBridgerton.â
His lip lifted in disgust. âAbsolutely not.â
âYou have no taste,â you sighed, âcome on, please?â You pouted, fluttering your lashes at him. He just sighed.
âYou watch dramatic people in corsets pine for eight episodes.â
âAnd you watch animated men punch each other.â
âThatâs culture.â
You ignored him and pressed play anyway.
Fifteen minutes in, he was invested. âWait,â he said suddenly, pointing at the screen. âHeâs lying.â
âObviously,â you rolled your eyes, âitâs painfully obvious he will fall in love with Daphne! I mean, come on, are you trying to tell me heâs just punched that man because he mentioned his shit ass father?â You asked, hands thrown out dramatically. Satoru sat up, nodding.
âExactly! Thatâs what Iâm saying! Heâs like a mad cat, he already stormed off when the guy said he will marry Daphne!â Satoru said, pointing towards the TV.
âYeah, watch him and Daphne ending together by the end of the series. Iâm betting on that.â
You both leaned against your bed eventually, shoulders brushing occasionally. It was subtle at first. Accidental.
Then less accidental.
When the episode ended, you turned to say something and realized he was already looking at you..
You swallowed and looked away first. Light flush on your cheek, you didnât dare to look at Satoru. However, if you did⊠youâd see heâs blushing even more than you.
He reached for your phone and opened it without asking. Thatâs on you for not having a passcode.
âWhat are you doing?â you asked, trying to reach for your phone. He slapped your hand away, grinning. âEducating you.â
He connected to your speaker and scrolled through Spotify. Then, he finally found the song he was looking for. He closed your phone, looking at you in the dim lighting.
ââŠBrooklyn Baby?â you asked slowly. He didnât look embarrassed, more so he looked in love with the song the more it played.
âYes.â
âYou listen to Lana del Rey?â Voice full of curiosity, you scooped closer to him. He smelt so good and was so warm, it felt comforting.
He raised an eyebrow. âIs that illegal?â
âYou act like you only listen to rap and weird indie techno.â
âI beg your pardon?â He exclaimed, lips parted, âI shall let you know Iâm the biggest fan of Lana, okay?â
You laughed softly as the song filled your room. He leaned back on his hands, watching you instead of the ceiling.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he complimented, âjust like this song.â
You slapped his hand away, suddenly realizing how close the two of you actually were. The joint on your desk caught his attention.
âYou were going to smoke alone?â he asked, looking at you with raised eyebrow. You looked away, suddenly the decor of your room far more interesting.
âI wasnât sure.â
He reached for it casually. âLight it.â
âShit, we doing this?â You chuckled and he nodded. You then reached for the lighter, lighting the joint up. You took the first drag, coughing. The first inhale always burned.
You passed it to him. Your body felt the switch, everything disappearing from your brain, your whole body felt so light. Suddenly Satoruâs white hair was the funniest thing youâve seen.
You both ended up sitting on your bed, closer. You felt his arms around you, the need to touch each other too great.
âSo,â he said quietly, smoke curling from his lips. âWhyâd you really text me?â
âI was bored,â you answered, biting into your lip. Your own hand squeezed on his shoulder, massaging slowly.
âThatâs not it.â
âMaybe I just wanted you here.â
Satoru hasnât said anything, which was already weird. He isnât the type to be quiet. You looked at him, realizing he was already looking at you.
âYou call me Gojo when youâre trying to get under my skin,â he said suddenly. You smiled lazily, sticking out your tongue.
âGojo.â
âSay my name.â
âIt is your name.â
âYou know what I mean.â
You rolled onto your side, propping your head up with your hand. âWhy does it bother you?â
âBecause it feels distant.â
The honesty caught you off guard.
You didnât expect that.
You reached for the joint again, buying yourself time. âFine,â you murmured softly. âSatoru.â
âThatâs more like it,â he whispered, his voice lower. He leaned closer to you, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, âthatâs my good girl, hm?â His voice was so smooth, you felt it in every part of your body, especially the lower part. He pulled away with a smirk. As if he knew what heâs doing to you, to your mind and your poor body.
You sat up slowly, knees brushing his thigh. The contact wasnât accidental this time. He didnât move away.
Neither did you.
âAre you nervous about Kyoto?â you asked quietly.
âYes.â
âFor me?â
âFor everything.â
âI can handle myself,â you said softly.
âI know.â
âBut?â
âBut I donât trust them.â
You reached for his hand without thinking. He looked down at your fingers wrapped around his. His thumb brushing against your knuckles, he let out a sigh.
He leaned closer to you, his eyes stuck on yours, noses touching, your lips almost touching. His breath fawning over your lips. It was warm. Too warm and all you wanted was a kiss.
âGojo,â you whispered, teasing him. You licked your lips, staring down at his full plush lips. His hand moved to your jaw, he wasnât rough, but he squeezed enough to have you in place.
a little update about Double Trouble. I wonât do daily updates rn and upload once a week!â€ïžđđ» The chapter will be way longer and you guys will prolly enjoy it more đ
MDNI
nerd/frat Gojo x reader
Warnings: smut, angst, double life, Gojo is so misunderstood, talk about politics, naoya zenin is a warning itself.
WC: 2.8K ch6 ch8
happy Thursday!
âYouâre right.â
Your voice was quiet now. The whole night drained you. The weed in your system wasnât helping it, you felt tired. All you craved was your bed and the quiet the night could bring you.
âI didnât let you talk,â you sighed, âbecause you proved my assumptions right. Even if those were just gossip talks, youâve proved me right. Donât you understand that, Gojo?â
Satoru closed his eyes, resting his forehead against your shoulder. Your smell surrounding his senses, heâs let out a sigh of relief. He let go off the door, wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulled you closer to his body.
âYou dumbass,â he whispered, squeezing you tighter. He wanted you closer to him. âIâve done that, because thatâs just me. Iâm used to this. Iâm used to being judged and misunderstood. The least I can do is prove everyone right, even if it itâs true. I just,â his voice trailed off, letting go off your waist. He stepped back, running his fingers through his hair. âI didnât expect it from you.â
You bit the inside of your cheek. It was slowly becoming a bad habit of yours. The drum bass from downstairs could be heard, but you ignored it. Your eyes glued to the man next to you.
âSo ask me,â he spoke, âI know you want to ask me something. I swear on my name I will be nothing but honest with you.â
You stepped back, looking into his eyes. He looked so sincere, like heâs truly wanted you know the truth, but you werenât sure if you wanted to know it.
âDid you fuck her?â You asked, looking helplessly at him. His answer made your heart clench. âYes.â
âBut,â he continued, âitâs not like you think. Noâdonât shut off, hear me outâ Iâve fucked Mei like two days after the class incident. I havenât fucked anyone during our three weeks phase. When Iâve said I was being good, I meant it. I really tried, pretty girl.â
~
Satoru couldnât get his eyes off you. He could see the wheels turning in your head, the emotions on your face unstable. He couldnât even make out if youâve trusted him or if you just didnât want to.
âOkay,â you sighed, âthatâs⊠thatâs on me I guess. I should have heard you out. Iâm sorry.â
Taken back by your response and apology, Satoru reached for your hand. He smiled at you, a hopeful look shimmering in his eyes. âItâs okay, I know Iâm not the best to be around and Iâm sorry for what I did after you called me a slut. Itâs a coping mechanism for me at this point.â
He pulled you towards his body, hugging you. Face nestled into the crook of your neck, feeling your heartbeat, the smell of your perfume and the lingering weed. It was doing things to him. âDonât fuck Suguru,â he whispered, âplease.â
He could feel your goosebumps. His fingers moving lightly on your arm, it brought satisfactionâ knowing he made you feel this way. Still, the picture of you and Suguru lingered in his mind. He hated it.
âI wonât,â you whispered. Your voice was small and quiet. âI just really wanna sleep. My parents canât see me this way.â
Satoru didnât need to hear anything else. He scooped you into his arms, ignoring your protests. He carried you down the stairs, pushing through the mass of bodies and ignoring everyoneâs looks. (Especially Suguruâs. He will have to punch him later)
He sat you down carefully in his Audi. Put the seatbelt on and sat behind the wheel. Satoru was lucky he didnât drink or smoke, because seeing your asleep form in his car, in the seat next to him was something Satoru could get used to.
He drove slow. He didnât feel like rushing, especially when you looked so beautiful. Your makeup was a little smudged, your hair messed up but to him, you were even more ethereal than ever. His heart hurt knowing he could have lost you because of some rumor. He would have to find the girls later. Show them who exactly he is and make them apologize to you, even if they didnât know you were there. No one hurts you on his watch.
Satoru stopped on the red light and pulled out his phone. He took a picture of you, smiling at it. He made it his lock screen immediately. His pretty princess. âFucking hell,â he whispered under his breath, his fingers grazing your skin.
Then he drove off. Not to your house. Not to anyone elseâs house, but his own. He knew it was risky, but he realized it is a risk worth taking. He will tell his parents you are dating (itâs not true yet, technically⊠how else would he explain bringing a sleepy girl home, though?) And he was somehow sure his parents would like you. Especially his mom.
He drove through the gates, saying hello to the night guard. He stopped the car, stepped out and slowly took you back into his arms. He gave the keys to one of the guys, telling him to park the car. He slowly walked inside the mansion, going face-to-face with his furious mother.
âWhy werenât you in the library as you said you would be?!â She demanded, throwing daggers at him just with the look she was giving him. Satoru sushed her.
âMa, letâs talk tomorrow,â he whispered, âplease donât wake her up. Get some maid to prepare the guest room. Sheâs a precious guest of ours.â
His mom looked at your sleeping form and then at Satoru. Confusion written all over her face. âWho is this, Satoru?â
Satoru smiled. Genuinely. âThatâs my⊠mama, this is my future girlfriend if I donât mess up.â
âWhich family is she from? I donât recognize her.â
His motherâs words were a cold slap to his face. His hands trembled, but he forced himself to stay calm. For you. Heâs calmed down for you.
âA good family, ma. She has loving parents, she has good grades and she cares for your son. Isnât that enough? Iâd marry her in a heartbeat.â
She looked taken back by her sonâs confession, but she just smiled. âKyo? Prepare room and some clothes for our guest, please.â
Satoru looked relieved and he was. He looked at you sleeping, smiled even more and slowly walked up the stairs. He chose the guest room next to his own room. Heâs put you down slowly, turned and look at Kyo.
âPlease, Kyo. Make sure sheâs comfortable. Can you take off her makeup? Donât wake her up, please.â
His voice was sincere and full of hope. Kyo looked shocked by the sudden switch, but she nodded. âOf course, sir. Would you like me to change her clothing too? Iâm sure miss wouldnât sleep well this way.â
âYes, thank you, Kyo.â
Satoru looked at you one last time and left you in the care of another woman. He wouldnât want to ruin your trust. So he went back into his room, took a shower and changed into his pyjamas.
Lying down in his bed, instagram opened on his phone, he smiled. He sent the picture of you sleeping to Shoko.
gojosatoru: Sent 1ïžâŁ time only picture
gojosatoru: loooook shokođ„č isnât she just precious!
He locked the phone, throwing it under his pillow. He would sleep good. Way too good tonight, because of certain someone sleeping just a room away.
~
The morning light flickered into the room, waking you up from your sleep. You sit up confused, feeling the silky sheets under your body. Youâre also wearing something else than you had on. You looked around, confused as hell. The room is huge, with high ceilings and floor-to-ceiling windows with gorgeous curtains. Thereâs a chandelier above you, with some crystals. It looked gorgeous and probably expensive as fuck.
You looked further, confused on where you were. Polished wood floors partly covered by a pale blue Persian rug, a marble fireplace with fresh flowers arranged in a glass vase on the mantel, and built-in bookshelves lined with classic novels and art books. A gilded mirror hangs above an antique dresser, and there are more doors than you know what to do with, one probably leads to a bathroom bigger than your bedroom at home.
âHello?â You called out, standing up from the bed. You turned around to make the bed, but voice stopped you. âNo miss, do not. Iâll do it.â
You turned around, seeing an older woman approaching you. âIâm sorry, where am I?â You asked, looking at her. Was she the owner? Did she get you home? Did you wander into her home?
âYou are our guest, miss. The clothes are prepared for you in the bathroom, please take your time,â she continued, cleaning the space youâve occupied, âthe family is awaiting you downstairs then.â
Family? What?
You looked even more confused. âWhich family?â You asked cautiously. The woman looked at you as if you couldnât count to five. âWell, miss. The Gojo family! Now hurry, go wash up.â
Gojo family?!
Taking a shower, your mind was on overtime. Sure, you and Satoru talked things out, but! How did you get here? And most importantly â who the heck was Satoru to live in this?!
You looked at all the shower gels and hygiene things prepared for you. You didnât belong here. You felt like an imposter. At the same time, youâd be a fool to not enjoy such a shower! Especially after last night⊠also, who undressed you? God, if it was Satoru! It had to be him. This is crazy.
Youâve dried your hair up, taking the bathroom in. It was luxurious. It didnât help you were holding a Dyson in your hands. It worked magic, it was something on your list you wanted, but who in their mind would spend such money on it? Well, Satoru Gojoâ clearly.
Trying to find your clothes, they were gone. Skirt? Non existent. Corset? Non existent. Your phone? Where the hell was your phone?
You sighed, taking on the prepared clothes for you. It was simple. Black leggings with a big hoodie. Not just any hoodie as you could see. The big âLVâ logo told you enough and you swallowed down the nervousness. You couldnât mess it up. The cleaning would dry out your wallet for a week.
Stepping back into the room, you opened half the doors, trying to find exit. First door led to a walk-in closet, next door walked you into a balcony. The third door was a success. You found yourself in the hall, greeted by a huge drawing on the wall.
Youâve observed it. It was a small boy on a horse. The art was beautiful. Upon closer inspection youâve realized it wasnât just any boy. It was younger Satoru.
âMiss? This way.â
The woman from before led you down the hall and down the stairs. This was a crazy experience. All luxury. You were afraid to even touch something, hoping you wouldnât destroy it.
At the long table Satoru sat next to his father you assumed. His father sat at the front of the table, Satoru on his right and his mother on the left side. You sighed, gauging courage to even speak.
âGood morning Gojo-sama,â you spoke clearly, bowing down. âthank you for having me. Good morning, Satoru.â
Their eyes snapped towards you. Satoru smiled brightly, standing up to walk over to you. He took your hand in his, ignoring his parentsâ greetings towards you. He sat you down next to him.
âHow old are you, dear?â His mom asked and you looked at her. You fidgeted with the hem of your hoodie but on display, youâve tried your best to look presentable. However, you could feel the cold stare from the older Gojo.
âIâm twenty-two. Thank you for asking, Gojo-sama.â
Satoru snorts and you look at him wide eyed. His father scoffs and looks at you. âWhat are you studying, miss?â
âIâm studying law, Gojo-sama. Iâll be graduating soon.â
His father nods, a smile on his lips. âSmart girl. How are your grades?â
You look at Satoru, then back at his father. âThank you, Gojo-sama,â you bow your head, âmy grades arenât the best in some subjects, however Iâm trying my best. My parents wish for me to do well and I do not wish to disappoint them.â
âVery well. Enjoy your breakfast and stay. Youâre our guest, after all.â
His father stands up, says something to his wife and leaves. You are left alone with Satoru and his mother.
âEat, dear,â she smiles, pointing towards the full table, âyou need a lot of energy after last night.â
You blush, looking down at your empty plate. âThank you, Gojo-sama.â
~
Later that morning you and Satoru retrieve to his bedroom. Itâs still as luxurious, but it has a hint of him. Pictures with his friends hang on the wall, multiple medals from sports, books. His clothes thrown everywhere and a piano.
âDo you play?â You smiled as you looked at him. He nodded, lying down lazily on his bed. âIf youâre a good girl, Iâll play for you sometime.â
You chuckle at it and sit down on his bed next to his. Satoru immediately wraps his arms around your waist, plopping his face onto your knee.
âHow did we get here?â You asked, playing with his hair. Your nails grazing his scalp, Satoru let out a soft sigh. âTook you here. Donât worry, one of our maids took care of you. I havenât seen anything.â
You smile at that, thanking him.
âYou are one of the few people my parents have met,â he says, âand you made a good impression. Iâm proud of you. My mom seems to like you and it seems like my dad approves of you.â
Your heart warms up immediately. âWell, Iâve tried my best, you know?â You teased, lying down on his bed. âHow come youâve never told me about this? How come I didnât know you come from⊠such a place? I donât even belong here, man.â
âOh, but you do,â he counters, âyou deserve nothing but to be treated as a princess. Youâd deserve so much more than this.â
You sit back up, looking at the man in front of you. His cheeks are painted pretty pink, lips shiny from the lipgloss heâs always using. He looks so pretty it hurts.
âAnd to answer your other question,â he smirks, âitâs easy. You just never asked, pretty.â
âThatâs⊠thatâs true,â you admit, drawing circles on his face, âI never expected this, you know?â You giggle and Satoru nods. Heâs lost in the sound of your voice, of your laugh.
Having you here, inside his home, in his room. He felt like heâs dreaming.
âPretty girl,â he whispered, holding your hand on his face, âletâs try again, please?â He looked at you. His blues hopeful, a light pout on his lips.
âSatoru,â you whispered and he kissed your palm, âI need time, okay? This is all too quickâŠâ
âIâll wait however long you want,â he said instantly, sitting up, âIâll do anything to prove you Iâm worthy of you.â
You believed him. However you also believed you werenât worthy of him, especially after seeing how he lives.
~
The next week of classes rolled by and Satoru was back to his old self. No one else mattered to him but you. He kept looking for you everywhere he could. Each break he had he had walked by cafeteria, catching a glimpse of you with Kento or Shoko. Your usual coffee order in your hand, sometimes youâd have one of their filled bagels. Each time you looked gorgeous and each time he wanted to hold you and never let you go. He was that deep.
Sometimes heâd catch himself staring at you for the whole class. How you write notes down, the way your facial expressions changed when you understood something, or when you had no clue what was going on. You were the cutest person ever.
At times heâd stare at your Instagram, saving every picture of you. His lock screen was still as beautiful. You soundly asleep in his car.
~
Satoru opened Instagram, finally having the courage to message you. He wasnât a pussy! He had to make the step. He was a man, after all.
gojosatoru: Pretty princess, what are you doing?
gojosatoru: pretty princess, do you miss meeee?
gojosatoru: cuz I miss youđâ€ïž
He was down bad. And somehow, he didnât even mind, or care.

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frat/nerd Gojo x reader
Warnings: smut, angst, double life, Gojo is so misunderstood, talk about politics, naoya zenin is a warning itself.
WC: 2.5K ch5 ch7
The days dragged by. Each day had a surprise in a form of Satoru Gojo shoving your words back into your face. He was a different man. Not the one you used to know. Not the tall guy with glasses who loved showing off his smartness. The one who would tease and be soft with you. He was someone else now.
Every day a different girl. Dressing himself different, his attitude towards you reserved and cold, even though he had no reason to be so. You were supposed to be mad and hurt! Not him. He fucked some girl on a party while trying to get you on a date. That was his fault, not yours.
You could have let him speak, you could tell him about what youâve heard and that was what youâd do if he didnât prove you right. He was a slut and those rumors had to be true. There was no other way, no other explanation.
The air around you was chilly, but it felt good. It was warm outside today and the wind made it better. It flicked through your white maxi dress, messing up with the bow in your hair. You looked so pretty today and you felt pretty. Even though your heart ached, you still took care of yourself and thatâs all that mattered.
âYo,â you heard someone call out behind you. You turned around, seeing Shoko rushing towards you. âLooking pretty, girl!â She complimented you.
âYooo,â you replied with a grin, âthank you! I appreciate it, Sho. You look so good too.â She just smiled at you, intertwining your hands, you walked through the campus.
âExams are killing me, bro,â she whined, âIâd rather eat dirt than write another essay.â You chuckled at her, watching the mass of people walking ahead of you. Everyone was present for one thing only. Pass this damn uni.
âI feel you, girl. Today is the shittiest test of all. I gotta do well.â
Shoko looked you, squeezing your hand. She wished you good luck and you parted ways.
Exam season was always shit. You were stressed as hell, knowing one wrong answer could fuck up your relationship with your parents and eventually your future.
Philosophy was never the problem. You loved philosophy. You loved arguing with people over what was right and what was wrong. (Except Satoru, you hated that from him. Dumb smart pants!)
Your grade wasnât bad, but it wasnât where you wanted it to be. And with Yaga, who was strict as fuck and expected so much from everyone, you were half cooked. You either do well or you donât. He did not care about effort. He cared about what you knew and your arguments. Nothing else mattered to that man.
You laid your notebook down carefully, flipping through the pages one last time. Platoâs theory of forms highlighted in pink. Aristotleâs critique written in the margins. Kant circled aggressively because he deserved it.
Yaga entered right on time, placing the stack of exam papers on his desk. The usual poker face back, looked at you and then each of your classmates.
âPhones off. Bags closed. I do not repeat myself.â
The papers were passed down the rows, and when one landed on your desk, you bit into your cheek. You had to concentrate. You had to somehow do well and get a grade better than C.
You flipped it over. Essay questions.
Of course.
You read over them, your bottom lip sucked into your mouth. You could do this.
Compare Platoâs theory of forms with Aristotleâs critique.
Discuss Kantâs moral philosophy and its relevance in modern society.
Is free will compatible with determinism? Defend your position.
A quiet sense of relief spread through you.
You knew this.
When Yaga announced five minutes remaining, you were already reviewing your conclusions. You fixed one of the last answers you gave, proud of yourself.
âTime.â
~
The frat party was way too alive for your liking. It was loud, it smelt like weed, alcohol and sweaty bodies. You scrunched your nose up when someone bumped into you, not even apologizing. You shot the person a mean look, huffing.
You scanned the crowd, looking for some familiar faces. It was a blur of bodies, someone was dancing on the tableâgod, was it Yuki?!â, then youâve seen some drinking, some playing some stupid games and tons of shit people dancing in the living room.
Uni life was fun. And you deserved it after finishing your exams. (Your parents thought too! The next semester you can live in dorms. You proved them well enough you are capable of being by yourself. Yay!)
You moved through the mass of bodies, seeing Sukuna with Satoru and some other man with black hair, probably snorting cocaine. Ew. He was worse than you thought.
Finally spotting someone familiar, you jumped on Suguruâs back, cheering a simple âHi!â
Suguru smiled, instinctively supporting your legs around his waist. âWell, hello there,â he grinned, letting you step down, âIâm trying to look for Shoko.â
âYooo, me too! She said she was going to be here!â You exclaimed, looking around yourself once more. No sign of Shoko. âYou look gorgeous,â Suguru complimented you and you blushed.
You wore a simple white mini skirt with a pink corset that showed your bomb figure. Hair done, makeup done, even your nails done. You smelt good too, you knew that! Gucci Flora never disappoints. Plus the sweet golden hoops you got from your mama and the gold layered necklace just put it all together. A princess.
âThank you,â you smiled, âyou look handsome. Just like always, Sugu.â
Eyeing him up and down, the fitted white gym shirt looked too good on him. You could see the hint of his abs, shirt tucked into his black baggy jeans he was the epitome of sex. No joke.
âYouâre too kind,â Suguru grinned at you, taking out the joint from his back pocket. âWant some, pretty? âS gonna be fun, trust.â
You looked at the joint in his hand. Milion thoughts in your head, you shut them all out. âYes.â
Fuck it, youâd regret it in the morning. Suguru lit the joint up, took a hit and passed it to you. âGotta inhale it inside, pretty. It might burn your throat and you gotta cough, but thatâs how you know this shit works, mkay?â
âOkay,â you coughed out, passing the joint to him. You felt lightened in your head, your body felt so light, so carefree. Suguru took another hit, your eyes stuck on his lips, the way they wrapped around it, then he blew out the smoke.
Fuck.
You two smoked the whole joint together. By the time it was finished, Shoko found you and dragged you two to another room, where a game was being played.
Seven minutes in heaven. Fuck.
Now you find yourself sitting on the ground, with people sitting around you in a circle shape. Each one of you wrote a name on the paper, putting it inside a bowl.
Two people are selected to go into a closet or other dark, enclosed space and do whatever they like for seven minutes.
People went in, some came out completely fucked, and some walked out mad. You just prayed your name wouldn't be called.
âYo!â Satoru called out as he joined the circle, throwing his name inside the bowl. You looked at Suguru, biting into your cheek, you leaned into Shokoâs shoulder.
âSup bro,â Satoru grinned at Suguru, doing a high five with him, he forced himself between the two of you. You scooped away from him, closer to Shoko. âHey boo.â
Suguruâs reply was warm. He bumped his shoulder into Satoruâs and you felt uncomfortable. He was so close to you, you could smell him. You could feel his body brushing against yours, and fuck if that wasnât enough, he kept looking at you.
Yuki called out a name, âSatoru.â He smirked next to you, his eyes stuck on your face, your lips. âYou smoke?â He asked you, eyebrow raised up, âsince when?â
You didnât reply. Rather looking at Yuki choosing another name. When youâve heard Miwaâs name, your heart calmed down. At least you were safe.
For now.
~
What you didnât expect was to be called in with Suguru. The moment the closet door closed behind you, dark enveloped you. âCan I? Or if you donât want to, we can keep chatting.â
His voice was low and soft. So kind and so like him. âYou can,â you whispered, âI donât mind.â
And for some reason, that was all Suguru needed. You felt his hands on your face in a second, his lips brushing against yours. Softly first, as if he was testing water, trying to see if youâd move, or not. Seeing you comply into the soft kiss, heâs deepened it.
His lips dancing with yours, it was hot and wet, his hands were everywhere. One squeezing your ass under the skirt you wore, his right hand tugging at your corset, whining about it. âCan I? Please,â he whispered into the kiss and you nodded, your hands tangled in his hair, you pulled at him, forcing his lips down your neck.
His knee went in between your legs, his fingers kneading your ass, he pushed you against his knee, feeling your wet thong against his pants, you gasped. Head thrown back, you let him mark you. Licking and sucking on your skin, teeth grazing the most sensitive areas on your neck, forming hickeys. After each hickey heâd kiss the skin, making you grind your wet pussy against his knee.
âSuguru,â you whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulder. Suguru was lost in the moment, feeling you move against him, his lips itching down to your covered boobs. He reached under your corset, slipping one of your tits out. âOh gorgeous,â he whispered, âhello beautiful.â
His voice was breathless, his plump lips sucking your nipple out, biting and licking, he sucked on it, massaging it. Your eyes rolled back, his knee pushing right against your swollen clit, his name a mantra on your lips.
The night was turning out way too good.
âNo time to eat you out, baby,â he whispered into your ear and your eyes widened, âwould pay a fortune to taste you on my lips.â
His whispers gave you goosebumps. You bit into your lip, pulling away from him to fix yourself up. Suguru has done the same, fixing his hard dick in his pants. âShame,â you winked, your hand reaching down to cup him through the pants. âIâd pay to taste you as well.â
You moved your palm on the bulge, feeling Suguru melt into your touch. He rested his head on your shoulder, his breathing growing heavy. You felt the weight of him in your hand, the need to feel him way too strong.
Then, the door swung open.
And Satoru stood there.
His face was unreadable, his cheeks flushed, lips in a thin line. He stared at you, seeing the aftermath of the action that occurred between you two. âSuguru? Really?â He whispered in a low tone. It was cold, sending shivers through your whole body. You stood, unable to say anything, the heat of the moment and this cold conformation, it was too much.
Satoru hasnât said anything else. He turned around and stormed off. You gave Suguru one last look as you dashed after Satoru, catching his arm. âWhatâs up with you?â You demanded, but he didnât answer.
He squeezed your arm, pulling you through the bodies. Ignoring every look given your way, Satoru moved with purpose.
Alone in one of the rooms, Satoruâs breathing was heavy. You could hear it, see it even in the way heâs acted. âHeâs my best friend,â he said, shooting you a nasty look. You looked away from him. âAnd me and you? We had something going on and what do you do? Almost fuck my best friend? Thatâs really low. Even for you.â
You looked into his eyes, eyebrows furrowed in a tight knot. âIs that so? If I remember correctly, there was nothing between us yet! It could have been, if someone didnât ruin it. Someone named Satoru!â
âAnd how did I ruin it?â He demanded, stepping closer to you, âIâve been on my best behavior the past three weeks. Iâve tried my best, do you know that? Iâve tried to get to know you and be close to you. So how the fuck did I ruin it?â
His voice was low and cold. You gulped down the saliva in your mouth, not backing down.
âAsk your dick, will you?â You hissed, âyou couldnât even keep it in your pants, yet youâve tried to pursue me!â
Satoru looked taken back by your words. However, he quickly recovered, his shining blues boring into your face with intensity you didnât expect.
âAnd who did I fuck? Hm? Fucking tell me, because the only fucking time my dick was out of my pants was to jerk off thinking about you. So if youâre so smart and you know everything, fucking tell me, will you?â
Shocked on your face was an understatement. Seeing his face shine with fury was another.
âFuck you, Gojo,â you spat out, pushing him away from you, âgo jerk off to Mei. Or you donât have to, right? You can fuck her anyways!â
You pushed him again, turning around to leave. Tears stinging in your eyes, you held your ground as you reached for the door. Once youâve opened them, you didnât get much far. Satoruâs hand came to stop, closing the door. You could see his stretched out arm, his breathing heavy and uneven by your ear.
âAnd you say I donât let you talk? You havenât given me a chance to even tell you anything. Explain myself or ask you something. All you do is run and close yourself off. Thatâs disappointing.â
MDNI
frat/nerd Gojo x reader
Warnings: smut, angst, double life, Gojo is so misunderstood, talk about politics, naoya zenin is a warning itself. this chapter- panic attack!
WC: 2K ch4
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Once a song he listened to, now it looked like his life. Sukunaâs recommended song, âLove & Warâ was currently his song. Just a few days before he finally had the chance to take you on a date, you distanced yourself from him. He had no clue why. It hurt, you wouldnât tell him the reason and the sudden coldness hurt even more. Heâs gotten used to you being in his life and now you were gone, again.
He had to have done something to upset you, but he didnât know what. He was as clueless as a cat. Satoru was on his best behavior all three weeks. He thought youâve seen it too. So what happened? What changed so suddenly?
Fingers digging into his thigh, his breath came out shaky. He knew this feeling way too well. The feeling of not being able to do anything, feeling as useless as heâs used to as a child. âFuck,â he whispered under his breath, âcalm down, Satoru.â
Satoru looked around himself, feeling his own heartbeat in his throat. This wasnât going well. This was shit. His heart started racing, loud in his ears, beating so fast it made him dizzy. His hands were shaking now. He stood up, paced once, then twice, but the room felt too small. The walls felt like they were closing in.
No. No, no, no. Not this.
His vision blurred at the edges. His breath got shorter, sharper. In through the nose. Out through the mouth. It didnât help. His chest burned. Okay. Okay. Ground yourself.
He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself to sit down on the edge of the bed. His hands were clenched into fists, knuckles white. Five things you can see.
He opened his eyes, even though they stung. Looked around the room.
The black piano bench by the wall. The half open window, curtains moving slightly. His phone on the bed, screen dark. A hoodie thrown over the chair. The stupid ceiling light flickering a little.
Four things you can feel.
The mattress under his hands. The fabric of his shirt sticking to his skin. The cool air from the window on his neck. His heartbeat, pounding, real.
Three things you can hear.
The song playing quietly. A car passing outside. His own breathing, rough but slowing.
Two things you can smell.
Laundry detergent on his clothes. Mint. His gum from earlier.
One thing you can taste.
Metal. From biting the inside of his cheek.
His breathing started to slow, just a little. Still shaky, but not spiraling anymore. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, hands covering his face. Fuck. That was close.
He stayed like that for a moment, letting the feeling pass instead of fighting it. His chest still ached, but he wasnât drowning anymore.
When he finally lifted his head, his eyes burned. He laughed once, quietly, but there was no humor in it.
âAll this,â he muttered, voice tight, âover one girl.â
~
You sat like a ghost among your friends. The conversation flowing through your ears, you couldnât even pay attention to what they are saying. It felt numb, it felt dumb and it felt incredibly rude, you knew that, but still. You couldnât listen. Too lost in your thoughts, too lost in the bluest eyes youâve ever seen.
You couldnât face him. You wanted to, but you knew it would do no good, especially hearing what heâs done at some party. You knew he attended sometimes, but you didnât expect that. Him just fucking random chicks. In uni heâs a nerdy boy, but it looks like you were wrong about him. It looked like you were wrong about everything you thought of this man. And that sucked.
And hurt.
Just thinking about him kissing some other woman, let alone fuck her made your heart clench and hurt in the worst way possible. Heâs tried to be so good for you and he still ruined it. Maybe you were naive.
Your eyes glued to the ground down, light wind playing with your hair. The smell of weed reached your nose and you instinctively scrunched it up. Ew.
âAre you listening, girly?â Shoko tapped your shoulder, looking as worried as always. You nod weakly, giving her a small smile, âI said Sukuna is coming with the others, you cool with it?â
You look at everyone around you. âI donât know him,â you answer, âif heâs cool, I donât mind.â
Shoko grinned and threw herself back at Utahime. Kissing her on her plump lips, she sighed happily. You gave them a smile, watching Kento and Haibaraâs awkward touches. That brought your mood up, quite a lot.
âPrettyyyy!â You heard behind you. You turned around, seeing Suguru approaching your party. You grinned widely, standing up to hug him. He looked so good, just like he always did. Black basic pants with a white tee, it was a basic fit but he was the perfect accessory for it.
âSugu,â you smiled, âyou look so nice today! I love the bun you always make,â you grinned, squeezing his hand. He looked at you with a warm smile, joining you and the others, he sat down next to you. âWhere are the others?â Shoko asked, casually taking a drag of the joint.
âEh, Satoru is really down. He doesnât talk with anyone these days,â Suguru sighed, taking out a cigarette to light it up, âand Sukuna wonât come without his homie, you know that. Not even Sukuna managed to get Satoru out of his house. Something really messed him up.â
As he finishes talking, he looks at you for one second. The look he gave you is everything you needed to know. Suguru knew it had something to do with you.
He didnât say anything though. It wasnât his business to tell and ask. He just took a drag out of his cig, squeezing your smaller hand in his. It fit perfectly. Kento noticed that, nudging Utahime and Haibara to look at you two.
âIf yall wanna make out, go ahead yo. I wonât mind,â Shoko chipped in, laughing. You blushed, glancing away, but not saying anything. What were you even supposed to answer? âYa go ahead,â Haibara joined in and Suguru shook his head.
âYou guys are just something else, for real.â
The talk went on and on. Everyone had a good time, laughing at fried Shoko who was even more affectionate towards Utahime (if that was even possible honestly) and Kento told everyone about him and Haibara. You and your friends were supportive, because thatâs what friendship is for. To love and support each other at any time we need and you were lucky enough to have an amazing friend group.
Then in distance, you could hear a very loud noise. Your attention has snapped that way. Squinting your eyes, youâve seen a tall buff guy coming towards you. Tattoos everywhere on his skin, his face, his hands. Pink hair with a mean grin on his face. Next to him was Satoru and your heart sank.
He looked like he hasnât slept for days. His glasses were gone, dark circles way too visible on his pale skin. Bitten plush lips, heâs looked the worst youâve ever seen him. The worst thing is he still looked as pretty as ever.
Everyone around you seemed to notice too. Hushed whispers echoed in your little circle, commenting on Satoruâs current state. It looked like no one was used to seeing him that way.
âWhich one is it?â You heard the buff guy ask Satoruâprobably Sukuna, whoâs askedâand Satoru shook his head, whispering something towards him. You forced yourself to look away, deciding to ignore him. Yes, that was for the best. Ignore that man.
âHey Satoru.â everyone spoke as the two men joined your little circle. You couldnât force yourself to look at him. Your body was way too stiff and Suguru noticed, drawing smoothing circles on the palm of your hand.
âHi,â Satoru whispered, leaning closer to you. He put his hand on your shoulder and you gulped. His touch felt way too familiar, way too sweet. Something you found yourself dearly missing, but it still was a temptation you had to run away from. âCan we talk? Please, pretty.â
His voice sounded so sincere, his eyes were dull. Usually shining blue was dulled blue. You sighed, shaking your head. âThereâs nothing to talk about.â Your voice was emotionless. Cold. At least, you hoped it came out that way. You tried.
And it probably worked seeing the look on his face. Eyebrows furrowed, bottom lip shaking. He looked hurt.
âWhat have I done, pretty?â He demanded in a whisper, âwhy are you shutting me out? Why are you so cold towards me?â
âBecause youâre a slut.â That came out of nowhere and you knew it way too well. Your eyes widened the moment those words left your lips, but there was no coming done. What was said has been said.
Satoruâs looked expression instantly changed. He looked at you with nothing but plain, cold look. âIs that so?â He asked, âIâll show you how big of a slut I can be, huh? Since you wanna judge me so badly, I will give you something to judge me for.â
Satoru knew his actions were childish. But in this exact moment, he didnât care. He didnât care about what anyone else thinks, but you. And if you think that of him, who is he to ruin your opinion, right?
Satoru came towards Sukuna, âno homo, bro,â he said with his voice flat. Sukuna looked at him dumbfounded. What happened? But he hasnât said anything, letting Satoru pull him down into a heated kiss.
Everyone cheered. No one but you knew why.
Satoru pulled away, cheeks flushed. He shot you one mean look, looking you up and down. He scrunched his nose, turning away. Sukuna watched your reaction, then moved closer to you, a big shit grin on his face.
âRelax, princess, your boyfriendâs got soft lips. 10/10, would not recommend. Heâs too moody for me.â His voice was a tease and you knew he wanted a reaction out of you. âCouldnât give less of a fuck,â you muttered under your breath, âI donât care, Sukuna.â
âFierce kitten,â he hummed, âbe careful what you say about Satoru, though. You have a problem with him? You have a problem with me too. And Iâm not nice to have problems with, sweet girl.â
His reddish eyes locked onto your face, then he stood up. His back on display, covered in tattoos aswell. He looked around your friend group, clear disgust on his face. âAll of you know Satoru here,â Sukuna spoke, voice calm. He pointed towards Satoru, âIâm sure you know him way better than this chick right here. And none of you defend him?â He asked, his gaze sweeping over to Suguru, ânot even you, Geto? Thatâs low, man. Shame on you all.â
Five minutes later Sukuna and Satoru left. Awkward silence stretched across your group. âIâm sorry.â Your voice was low as you stood up and walk away.
~
The upcoming week was something else for Satoru. He would prove you right. He was used to this. Always misunderstood, no chance to explain himself or not given any reply back. Satoru was simply used to it.
On Monday, heâs left his glasses off. Blue baggy jeans that cost probably more than someoneâs rent, white sweater on top. A black cap on his white hair, he completed the look with dark rimmed round glasses. It was so different from how heâd represent himself in uni, but he didnât care. He walked into the classroom with confidence. Winking at girls, giving them a huge smile. It was too easy for him to fall into his persona.
Tuesday rolled by and he knew he would meet you by the cafeteria. You needed your daily caffeine and he needed you to see him. It was simple. He walked past you with a girl he didnât even know the name of. Miwa? He didnât know and didnât care to be fair. His hand squeezing her ass, he gave her a lazy smirk.
By Wednesday youâve caught him with another girl. In womenâs restroom, she was pushed against the cold tiles, Satoruâs lips hungrily on her. He was devouring her while practically grinding against her.
You turned around and left.
MDNI
frat/nerd Gojo x reader
Warnings: smut, angst, double life, Gojo is so misunderstood, talk about politics, naoya zenin is a warning itself. this chapter- panic attack!
WC: 2K ch4 ch6
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Once a song he listened to, now it looked like his life. Sukunaâs recommended song, âLove & Warâ was currently his song. Just a few days before he finally had the chance to take you on a date, you distanced yourself from him. He had no clue why. It hurt, you wouldnât tell him the reason and the sudden coldness hurt even more. Heâs gotten used to you being in his life and now you were gone, again.
He had to have done something to upset you, but he didnât know what. He was as clueless as a cat. Satoru was on his best behavior all three weeks. He thought youâve seen it too. So what happened? What changed so suddenly?
Fingers digging into his thigh, his breath came out shaky. He knew this feeling way too well. The feeling of not being able to do anything, feeling as useless as heâs used to as a child. âFuck,â he whispered under his breath, âcalm down, Satoru.â
Satoru looked around himself, feeling his own heartbeat in his throat. This wasnât going well. This was shit. His heart started racing, loud in his ears, beating so fast it made him dizzy. His hands were shaking now. He stood up, paced once, then twice, but the room felt too small. The walls felt like they were closing in.
No. No, no, no. Not this.
His vision blurred at the edges. His breath got shorter, sharper. In through the nose. Out through the mouth. It didnât help. His chest burned. Okay. Okay. Ground yourself.
He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself to sit down on the edge of the bed. His hands were clenched into fists, knuckles white. Five things you can see.
He opened his eyes, even though they stung. Looked around the room.
The black piano bench by the wall. The half open window, curtains moving slightly. His phone on the bed, screen dark. A hoodie thrown over the chair. The stupid ceiling light flickering a little.
Four things you can feel.
The mattress under his hands. The fabric of his shirt sticking to his skin. The cool air from the window on his neck. His heartbeat, pounding, real.
Three things you can hear.
The song playing quietly. A car passing outside. His own breathing, rough but slowing.
Two things you can smell.
Laundry detergent on his clothes. Mint. His gum from earlier.
One thing you can taste.
Metal. From biting the inside of his cheek.
His breathing started to slow, just a little. Still shaky, but not spiraling anymore. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, hands covering his face. Fuck. That was close.
He stayed like that for a moment, letting the feeling pass instead of fighting it. His chest still ached, but he wasnât drowning anymore.
When he finally lifted his head, his eyes burned. He laughed once, quietly, but there was no humor in it.
âAll this,â he muttered, voice tight, âover one girl.â
~
You sat like a ghost among your friends. The conversation flowing through your ears, you couldnât even pay attention to what they are saying. It felt numb, it felt dumb and it felt incredibly rude, you knew that, but still. You couldnât listen. Too lost in your thoughts, too lost in the bluest eyes youâve ever seen.
You couldnât face him. You wanted to, but you knew it would do no good, especially hearing what heâs done at some party. You knew he attended sometimes, but you didnât expect that. Him just fucking random chicks. In uni heâs a nerdy boy, but it looks like you were wrong about him. It looked like you were wrong about everything you thought of this man. And that sucked.
And hurt.
Just thinking about him kissing some other woman, let alone fuck her made your heart clench and hurt in the worst way possible. Heâs tried to be so good for you and he still ruined it. Maybe you were naive.
Your eyes glued to the ground down, light wind playing with your hair. The smell of weed reached your nose and you instinctively scrunched it up. Ew.
âAre you listening, girly?â Shoko tapped your shoulder, looking as worried as always. You nod weakly, giving her a small smile, âI said Sukuna is coming with the others, you cool with it?â
You look at everyone around you. âI donât know him,â you answer, âif heâs cool, I donât mind.â
Shoko grinned and threw herself back at Utahime. Kissing her on her plump lips, she sighed happily. You gave them a smile, watching Kento and Haibaraâs awkward touches. That brought your mood up, quite a lot.
âPrettyyyy!â You heard behind you. You turned around, seeing Suguru approaching your party. You grinned widely, standing up to hug him. He looked so good, just like he always did. Black basic pants with a white tee, it was a basic fit but he was the perfect accessory for it.
âSugu,â you smiled, âyou look so nice today! I love the bun you always make,â you grinned, squeezing his hand. He looked at you with a warm smile, joining you and the others, he sat down next to you. âWhere are the others?â Shoko asked, casually taking a drag of the joint.
âEh, Satoru is really down. He doesnât talk with anyone these days,â Suguru sighed, taking out a cigarette to light it up, âand Sukuna wonât come without his homie, you know that. Not even Sukuna managed to get Satoru out of his house. Something really messed him up.â
As he finishes talking, he looks at you for one second. The look he gave you is everything you needed to know. Suguru knew it had something to do with you.
He didnât say anything though. It wasnât his business to tell and ask. He just took a drag out of his cig, squeezing your smaller hand in his. It fit perfectly. Kento noticed that, nudging Utahime and Haibara to look at you two.
âIf yall wanna make out, go ahead yo. I wonât mind,â Shoko chipped in, laughing. You blushed, glancing away, but not saying anything. What were you even supposed to answer? âYa go ahead,â Haibara joined in and Suguru shook his head.
âYou guys are just something else, for real.â
The talk went on and on. Everyone had a good time, laughing at fried Shoko who was even more affectionate towards Utahime (if that was even possible honestly) and Kento told everyone about him and Haibara. You and your friends were supportive, because thatâs what friendship is for. To love and support each other at any time we need and you were lucky enough to have an amazing friend group.
Then in distance, you could hear a very loud noise. Your attention has snapped that way. Squinting your eyes, youâve seen a tall buff guy coming towards you. Tattoos everywhere on his skin, his face, his hands. Pink hair with a mean grin on his face. Next to him was Satoru and your heart sank.
He looked like he hasnât slept for days. His glasses were gone, dark circles way too visible on his pale skin. Bitten plush lips, heâs looked the worst youâve ever seen him. The worst thing is he still looked as pretty as ever.
Everyone around you seemed to notice too. Hushed whispers echoed in your little circle, commenting on Satoruâs current state. It looked like no one was used to seeing him that way.
âWhich one is it?â You heard the buff guy ask Satoruâprobably Sukuna, whoâs askedâand Satoru shook his head, whispering something towards him. You forced yourself to look away, deciding to ignore him. Yes, that was for the best. Ignore that man.
âHey Satoru.â everyone spoke as the two men joined your little circle. You couldnât force yourself to look at him. Your body was way too stiff and Suguru noticed, drawing smoothing circles on the palm of your hand.
âHi,â Satoru whispered, leaning closer to you. He put his hand on your shoulder and you gulped. His touch felt way too familiar, way too sweet. Something you found yourself dearly missing, but it still was a temptation you had to run away from. âCan we talk? Please, pretty.â
His voice sounded so sincere, his eyes were dull. Usually shining blue was dulled blue. You sighed, shaking your head. âThereâs nothing to talk about.â Your voice was emotionless. Cold. At least, you hoped it came out that way. You tried.
And it probably worked seeing the look on his face. Eyebrows furrowed, bottom lip shaking. He looked hurt.
âWhat have I done, pretty?â He demanded in a whisper, âwhy are you shutting me out? Why are you so cold towards me?â
âBecause youâre a slut.â That came out of nowhere and you knew it way too well. Your eyes widened the moment those words left your lips, but there was no coming done. What was said has been said.
Satoruâs looked expression instantly changed. He looked at you with nothing but plain, cold look. âIs that so?â He asked, âIâll show you how big of a slut I can be, huh? Since you wanna judge me so badly, I will give you something to judge me for.â
Satoru knew his actions were childish. But in this exact moment, he didnât care. He didnât care about what anyone else thinks, but you. And if you think that of him, who is he to ruin your opinion, right?
Satoru came towards Sukuna, âno homo, bro,â he said with his voice flat. Sukuna looked at him dumbfounded. What happened? But he hasnât said anything, letting Satoru pull him down into a heated kiss.
Everyone cheered. No one but you knew why.
Satoru pulled away, cheeks flushed. He shot you one mean look, looking you up and down. He scrunched his nose, turning away. Sukuna watched your reaction, then moved closer to you, a big shit grin on his face.
âRelax, princess, your boyfriendâs got soft lips. 10/10, would not recommend. Heâs too moody for me.â His voice was a tease and you knew he wanted a reaction out of you. âCouldnât give less of a fuck,â you muttered under your breath, âI donât care, Sukuna.â
âFierce kitten,â he hummed, âbe careful what you say about Satoru, though. You have a problem with him? You have a problem with me too. And Iâm not nice to have problems with, sweet girl.â
His reddish eyes locked onto your face, then he stood up. His back on display, covered in tattoos aswell. He looked around your friend group, clear disgust on his face. âAll of you know Satoru here,â Sukuna spoke, voice calm. He pointed towards Satoru, âIâm sure you know him way better than this chick right here. And none of you defend him?â He asked, his gaze sweeping over to Suguru, ânot even you, Geto? Thatâs low, man. Shame on you all.â
Five minutes later Sukuna and Satoru left. Awkward silence stretched across your group. âIâm sorry.â Your voice was low as you stood up and walk away.
~
The upcoming week was something else for Satoru. He would prove you right. He was used to this. Always misunderstood, no chance to explain himself or not given any reply back. Satoru was simply used to it.
On Monday, heâs left his glasses off. Blue baggy jeans that cost probably more than someoneâs rent, white sweater on top. A black cap on his white hair, he completed the look with dark rimmed round glasses. It was so different from how heâd represent himself in uni, but he didnât care. He walked into the classroom with confidence. Winking at girls, giving them a huge smile. It was too easy for him to fall into his persona.
Tuesday rolled by and he knew he would meet you by the cafeteria. You needed your daily caffeine and he needed you to see him. It was simple. He walked past you with a girl he didnât even know the name of. Miwa? He didnât know and didnât care to be fair. His hand squeezing her ass, he gave her a lazy smirk.
By Wednesday youâve caught him with another girl. In womenâs restroom, she was pushed against the cold tiles, Satoruâs lips hungrily on her. He was devouring her while practically grinding against her.
You turned around and left.
MDNI
nerd/frat Gojo x reader
Warnings: smut, angst, double life, Gojo is so misunderstood, talk about politics, naoya zenin is a warning itself.
wc: 3.7K ch3 ch5
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Satoru pulls off another practice easily. Playing a piano has always been a hobby of his and itâs actually one of the things his parents approve of. He loves to pour his emotions into the keys, feel the beautiful melody his skilled fingers are managing.
His brain keeps going back to you. The hurt in your eyes when heâs bickered with you in the class. Was he really that blind to not see? Youâve always tried to befriend him more. Be a bigger part of his life and now heâs ruined it.
Suguru was right. Satoru has said he likes you. Ever since youâve transferred from Kyoto, heâs found you interesting. For one, you didnât know about his family (he doesnât understand how. Everyone knows his family) but you didnât. You were so clueless about it, it was kind of adorable.
By no means, you werenât all cute though! You spoke like a road man at times and had no issues comforting someone about their behavior. Thatâs what Satoru liked about you too. You stood your own ground. It was almost as if you didnât need anyone next to you but he wanted to be next to you. But he knew it was just a thought.
You and him would never work out in the end and that saddened him. As much as he hates the way his family is, he knew he has to marry someone in his league (he hated saying that), but he had to be a realist for once. And being together for a few years and then breaking your heart? It wasnât worth it.
Not to mention heâs already ruined the chances of getting you know on that level (if he had any to begin with) and that somehow saddened him even more.
âWell, fuck.â The whisper has gotten lost in the expanse of Satoruâs room. He looked down at the piano, sighing. It doesnât matter anyways. Heâs Satoru Gojo, he has to get through this.
Right?
~
The weekend came by and that meant Satoru had time for himself. His parents were away on a business trip and it was only him and the workers at home. He smiled. Tonight, heâd go out. Forget being the nerd everyone takes him for. Be someone who enjoys life, even if itâs under a mask of pretending and for a night only.
The lights were already flickering, music loud and rooms full of people when Satoru arrived. He came in with his usual swagger, wearing low rise baggy jeans with an oversized tee on top, black cap siting backwards on his white hair, he walked in like he owned it.
âYooo, my man,â he greeted Sukuna, giving him a high five. âWhereâs Geto?â Sukuna asked, handing Satoru a joint. Satoru shrugged. He actually hasnât even asked Suguru if heâs coming, especially since the last time they attended together it ended up quite badly.
âNot sure,â he answered, âhe wouldnât come anyways, honestly. Heâs trying to secure a job somewhere after uni, I think.â
Sukuna nodded, taking a drag out of his joint. âWonât believe this, Gojo,â Sukuna laughed, âmy lil bro, remember him? Yuji? Heâs secured his first girlfriend. It makes me emotional, man.â
Satoru laughed, patting Sukunaâs back. âCome on, âKuna. Heâs thirteen. Thatâs a big love right there!â He screamed over the music with a grin on his face. Sukuna shook his head with laughter, slapping Satoru on his shoulder.
âI know, hell Iâm proud of him! But fuck man, I still see him as a sloppy kid.â Satoru nodded, he understood that. He himself had no idea how the fuck is he almost twenty-three. Time flies by and no one seems to even realize.
âThis is crazy, âKuna. If someone has seen you this way,â Satoru laughed, looking at the man in front of him. Pink hair, huge biceps and tattoos, but emotional for his younger brother. âIgnore that,â Sukuna dismisses, âwhy the fuck do you have a black eye? Want me to kill someone?â He asks and Satoru smiles. Honestly smiles.
He lights up the joint, taking a drag out before speaking. âAh, I took care of it. But thanks man.â
Sukuna nods. He looks around, spotting Toji by the snack bar. He calls out to him. âIsnât he Zenin?â Satoru hisses at Sukuna but he shooks his head. âNot anymore,â he assures him, âToji left when he turned 18. He hated the way they treated him.â
Satoru feels a surge of empathy for the man. Seeing the scar on his lip he wants to ask, but he knows itâs not his place to either ask or know. Some things are better unknown.
A hot minute passes whe Satoru finds himself on the couch, two chicks on either side of him, clinging to him. Heâs absolutely fried and he loves it. Seeing Sukuna and Toji fried makes it even better.
âYooooo!â He laughs as he spots Sukuna kissing Toji. âSince when? Since when?!â He exclaims, laughing even more. Sukuna grins, leans over the table and looks at Satoru. âItâs a delicacy of ours when weâre fried. Want a kiss too, huh? Jelly, Toru?â
Satoru laughs even more at that. Heâs pretty confident in his sexuality and heâs even more confident in his masculinity, but who is he to reject such an offer? With a grin he leans over, giving Sukuna a quick kiss on his lips.
âCome on, man! That was a bitch kiss!â Sukuna exclaimed, squeezing Satoruâs cheeks. With a chuckle, he gave him a huge kiss. Not making out, but rather their lips connected, squeezing them together. They both laughed even more as they pulled away. Satoruâs cheeks were flushed, Sukunaâs fingers leaving a red fingerprints on his pale skin. âAnd now whereâs my kiss?â Toji sneered. Satoru shook his head with laughter, and kissed him the same way he kissed Sukuna.
The night was wild, but he loved it. He loved every second of it.
âNo homo,â Sukuna says, looking at Toji, âbut Iâd suck your dick, bro. Next time we do molly, Iâll suck your dick. On word.â Toji looks at him dumbfounded, then bursts out laughing. âOn word, bro. No homo, but Iâll let you suck my dick. No homo tho.â
âImma record yâallâs confession and use it as a blackmail to get Sukunaâs stash of sweets,â Satoru remarks with a smile, patting the girlsâ backs. Sukunaâs eyes flash with mischief. âNo homo, but youâd be a godly bottom,â he winks at Gojo. He laughs even more. What even is this conversation?
He doesnât wanna know. All he knows he feels really good with Sukuna and now the addition of Toji to this unusual friendship is great. Heâs lucky to have such good friends. He realizes heâs not as lonely as he believes he is. And thatâs a good thing.
~
The upcoming weeks are stressful. Exams are back to back, late nights spent at the library donât even feel real anymore. Social life is kind of gone as everyone is trying their best to pass. For you, especially, this is a stressful time, knowing your relationship with your parents was the stake. You had to get good grades, even if you didnât like it.
Shoko was nose deep into her books, brows furrowed in a tight knot. Medicine was shit as it was, but remembering 200 pages of pure medical stuff was a torture. You looked at her with pity, unable to imagine what she has to go through. The human body is hard subject as it is but knowing everything about it? Yeah. Canât imagine that.
The library is quiet except the occasional paper shuffle and pen clicking. Itâs the noon and not many people are in, so itâs the perfect kind of situation. At least for you.
âIâm giving up for today,â Shoko sighs and closes her book. âItâs frying my brain. Iâll see you tomorrow, girly. Same time?â
You nod, smiling at her. You give her a small wave and continue studying. Philosophy was your absolute favorite class, but it was a tough one. Professor Yaga was hard to impress and if you wanted a perfect A, you had to try your best. And so you did. This weekâs topic was especially heavyâthe philosophy of personal identity. What made a person the same over time? Was it memory? Consciousness? The continuity of the body or the soul?
You stared down at your notebook, a spiderweb of scribblesâLocke, Parfit, the Ship of Theseus. What if a person changed every cell in their body, every thought in their mind? Would they still be the same person? The readings pressed in on you, philosophical arguments looping endlessly, but you loved itâthe feeling of swimming in questions with no easy answers.
Somewhere in your notes youâd written, âIf I forget who I was, am I still me?â The question stuck to your brain like a burr. Maybe thatâs why you loved this topic so much. There was something comforting about the idea that a person could change and still be themselves. Maybe you, too, could survive a thousand versions of yourself and come out whole on the other side.
Youâre halfway through an article about memory and the self when the chair across from you scrapes against the polished floor. You glance up, already annoyed, until you see white hair and those stupid glasses glasses. Satoru drops his bag on the table with a dramatic sigh.
âLibraryâs empty and you pick the one spot with a view,â he says, lips curled in that signature half-smirk. âLucky me.â
You roll your eyes, clutching your pen a little tighter. âIâm trying to work, Gojo.â
âItâs Satoru,â he reminds you, voice lower, softer. His eyes scan the open book in front of you, then your tired face. âPhilosophy of identity, huh? You know, I actually ace this stuff. Want a hand?â
You chuckle, keeping your eyes on your notes. âIâm good. Thanks.â
He grins wider, leaning in just enough that you catch a whiff of expensive cologne and mint gum. âCome on, let me make myself useful. I can explain Parfit in a way that wonât make your brain melt out of your ears.â
You shake your head, but your lips twitch in almost a smile. âI said no, Gojo. Iâm not in the mood to get shown up again.â
He laughs, low and genuine. Thereâs a beat where neither of you move, but his knee bumps against yours under the table. âYour damn long legs,â you complain, swinging your right leg over your left knee. âYou love it, eh?â He snickers, pinching your thigh.
Your eyes widen at that. You stare at his hand on your thigh. His hands were huge too, fuck. The way he held your thigh, his fingers brushing against the inner skin of the thigh. A light blush appeared on your cheeks and you looked away, brushing his hand away. âNo touching.â
He smiles, but doesnât move his hand. He rather squeezes your thigh, watching your reaction, drowning in the way you gasp at it. The blush spreading down your neck, Satoru is a dead man. He quickly moves his hand away, hiding his own blush. His hands on his neck, heâs trying to hide the blush that crept up on his pale skin. âIâm sorry.â
His voice is sincere, but your thoughts are gone. Fried. It felt wrong, all about it. Youâre still upset at him, not as much, but you are. But goodness, his hands⊠on your skin. Fuck. You bit into your lower lip, trying to go back to studying, but you couldnât.
Not when you felt his gaze on you. He pretended to look into his own notebook, but how could he? His ocean blue eyes kept looking at you. The way you were concentrating, the way you bit into your lip or the inside of your cheeks. He had something else in mind, a place where you could use your pretty lips, but she shoved that thought away. You still hated him.
âYouâre absolutely breathtaking today,â Satoru compliments, âmind if I borrow a pen?â
The duality of this man has you dumbfounded. âSure?â You whispered, looking at him. The way he reached his hand over yours to take a pencil, his hand brushing against yours. Your skin burnt from the contact. A beautiful, satisfying burn you wanted to feel again.
âI knew you would be here,â Satoru says, âI was hoping Shoko would leave. Iâm one lucky bastard sheâs left. I canât catch you alone, no matter what I do, or try. You donât even sit next to me anymore.â
His gaze is locked on you now. Fingers impatiently tapping on the desk. âIâve wanted to apologize for what Iâve done, really. I miss you, sweets. I know I can be a dickhead but if you⊠still wish to get to know me, then Iâd love to get to know you more.â
Youâre at loss of words. You look at the man in front of you, offering you his private life, and not only that. He looks sincere. His tone is stripped away, bare and vulnerable. No teasing, nothing.
âSatoru,â you finally say and that makes him get goosebumps. His name on your lips, it sounds so velvety. Itâs his favorite thing to listen to, he decides. âI need time, okay? I appreciate this, but I need time. I can sit next to you, but I need time if you wanna get to know each other more.â
He nods along as you speak, his lips widening into a grin. Heâs showing off his whites, the dimples on his cheeks are adorable. âOkay.â
He leans closer, âso itâs a date. In three weeks Iâm asking you out. No is not an option, pretty girl.â
âI havenât agreed!â You hiss in a low voice, but it does nothing to the man. He just grins even more, returning to his studying.
âYou will eventually. Give it time, Iâm just that good to pass on.â
~
Utahime and Shoko sat on the bench together, hand in hand. Complaining about the newest thing theyâve learned. You sat next to them, sighing.
âSup girl?â Shoko asks, âyou look down today.â Utahime just nodded along. You looked at them.
âSho, yesterday when you left, Satoru came by.â
âNo way?â She exclaims, âI havenât even seen him when I left!â
âYeah,â you sighed, âhe came and sat next to me. We spoke for a little but then he said something and itâs kind of rotting in my brain.â
She looks at you with a worried look. She knows Satoru way too well, but nothing comes to her mind when you say those words. What could he possibly say?
âWhat did he say?â
âWell, he said heâs sorry. That was actually nice of him, I could see heâs sincere about it you know? But then heâs said he misses me and he wants to get to know me,â you spoke, fidgeting with the white hem of your dress, âwhatâs kicked me off was when he offered for me to get to know him.â
âWell thatâs good, isnât it?â Shoko asks with a smile on her lips. You shake your head, âitâs not. In three weeks he wants to ask me out. I donât think Iâm ready to step into his world.â
âI feel like youâre just making it harder than it needs to be,â Shoko says honestly and looks at Utahime, âsometimes we meet people who disappoint us but if you give the person a chance, your life might change.â
Of course sheâs talking about her girlfriend. You know that. But you also know that you donât want to get necessarily burnt to learn a lesson. And Satoru Gojo himself is one hell of a lesson.
âBabe, but Satoru is a catch, seriously! If I didnât enjoy pussies as much I think Iâd fuck him, no lie. He looks like a little bottom,â Shoko says mindlessly and Utahime makes a gagging face. Even fake gags to show her reaction. Oh right. Uta doesnât like Satoru as much. Sometimes you wonder if itâs one sided. Shoko looks at both of you and continues, âIâd buy a strap to fuck him. He would deserve it.â
You laugh at her last comment, leaning back against the bench. Itâs way too hot today to talk about fuckingâespecially fucking Gojo Satoruâ but who are you to judge?
âI donât do one night stands,â you chuckle, âbut Iâd prolly let him eat me out. At least put that useless mouth of his to a good cause, eh?â You wiggle your eyebrows and Shoko nods, grinning.
âNow, thatâs what I call good argument! Keep it up babe, make him your little bitch.â
~
Satoru sits on his bed, AirPods in his ears, heâs listening to some songs Sukuna picked out for him. He scrunches his nose a bit, but it sounds good. He canât lie.
Love & War by⊠âwho is it from?â He hums, looks at his phone and smiles. Right. Kodak Black, Sukunaâs favorite artist. Satoru sighs and lies down on his bed, his thoughts are a mess.
The song is catchy, itâs somehow intimate despite the lyrics. Satoru can imagine fucking you while listening to it. Yeah, he would fucking destroy you.
He covers his face with his hands. Heâs such a pervert when it comes to you, but he canât help it. Youâre just so perfect and pretty, he has to hold back each time he sees you otherwise he would just eat you out. Right on the spot.
Satoru Gojo would drop down to his knees, beg you to let him taste you. Just a taste of you would drive him nuts. The issue is, he wouldnât be able to stop. He wouldnât let you go, let alone let anyone else get a taste of what he considers his.
You would be his, sooner or later, he would prove you heâs worth your time. He doesnât know how, but he will manage.
~
The first week of Satoruâs âwaiting periodâ drags. He said heâd give you space, but heâs always somewhere in the background. Like, youâll walk into the library and thereâs a coffee at your usual spotâyour exact order, always, with some stupid sticky note doodle. Cats with sunglasses, frogs, once even Yaga as a devil. No name, but he doesnât need one. You act annoyed, but honestly? You kind of look forward to it. Not that youâd ever tell him.
Heâs in every lecture too, right next to you. Itâs weird, because he actually shuts up for once. No making the whole class about him, no showing off. If he points out a mistake in your notes, his hand will brush yours and your brain will go blank for a second. You hate it. Or at least, youâre supposed to.
You keep telling yourself you wonât look at him, but you always do. The smell of his cologne, that clean laundry vibe, the way he leans back in his chair like he owns the world. Youâre so mad that he embarrassed you, but itâs getting harder and harder to stay mad when heâs suddenly⊠not so insufferable. Heâs still a menace, but you feel like youâre seeing the other side of him, the one he doesnât show everyone else.
By the second week, your parents have gone full pressure-cooker. Your mom calls nonstop, dad lurking in the background, both acting like your entire life hangs on these exams. Itâs stressful as hell. Sometimes you just stare at your book and nothing makes sense.
One afternoon youâre outside on a bench, book open but your brain is fried. Youâre just staring, thinking about philosophy and this whole âbundle theoryâ thing and how youâre supposed to figure out who you are when everything feels like a mess.
Then Satoru shows up, drops down on the grass like itâs totally normal. Heâs not wearing his glasses and his eyes are way too blue in the sun. You get annoyed because you were just starting to vibe alone, but he doesnât even bother with a cheesy line this time.
"You're overthinking the 'bundle theory' of the self again," Satoru said, nudging your shoe with his hand.
"I'm not overthinking it," you snapped, though your voice lacked its usual bite. "I'm failing it. There's a difference."
"Hume says we're just a collection of perceptions, right? A flash of light, a memory, a feeling of cold. If that's true, then you aren't the girl who failed that test three weeks ago. You're the girl whoâs sitting here right now, being brilliant and stubborn."
He reached up, his thumb grazing the side of your knee, just a light, fleeting touch. "The 'F' doesn't define the bundle, sweets. It's just one shitty perception in a sea of great ones."
"Ten days left," he whispered, his grin returning, the dangerous, predatory one that made your stomach flip. "I'm already picking out the restaurant. Hope you like lobster."
"I haven't said yes!" you called out as he stood up and started to walk away, backward, with his hands in his pockets.
"You will!" he shouted back, his laughter echoing across the quad. "You're already halfway there, and you know it!"
~
The third week started and you were happy with how it was going so far. You were actually understanding the material, your notes were organized, and the constant presence of Satoru in your life had started to feel⊠natural. It was weird, but you were actually excited to see him. To hear him, brick around with him.
You were in the locker room after gym class, pulling your sweater over your head, when you heard voices from the other side of the row.
âDid she tell you about Friday?â one of them giggled, the sound of a locker door slamming shut punctuating the gossip. âAt Sukunaâs? I saw her and Gojo disappear into the upstairs bathroom for like, forty minutes.â
Your eyes widened lightly. You gripped the edges of your sweater, hoping they werenât talking about your Satoru.
âNo way,â the other girl gasped. âI thought he was actually being serious about that girl in philosophy. Heâs been following her around like a lost puppy.â
âPlease,â the first girl scoffed. âItâs Satoru. He doesn't do 'serious.' Mei said he was⊠well, letâs just say he wasn't thinking about philosophy when he had her against the sink. Heâs a beast when heâs had a few drinks. He probably doesn't even remember the other girl's name when the lights go down.â
They walked out, laughing about the latest gossip. Your heart was beating so fast you were afraid it would jump out. You bit into your lip, taking your bag over your shoulder.
What did you expect? Heâs Satoru Gojo. Of course he wouldnât settle down for you, right? Not when he has other girls. Not when he has other options.
You felt like a fool.
MDNI!
frat/nerd boy Gojo x reader
Warnings: smut, angst, double life, Gojo is so misunderstood, talk about politics, naoya zenin is a warning itself.
WC: 4.2K ch2 ch4
âShit, let me take one more,â Gojo grins as he picks up another shot of vodka. He downs it in one go, his head spinning. Even after all this time, his alcohol tolerance is so lowâ even one drink gets him fucked up. He looks around the room, everyone is looking right at him.
Shit yeah, heâs the center of attention. He always is.
Gojo smirks, rolls up his shirt and takes it off. He hears a few gasps from people nearby. âThose abs.â He hears some girls whispering and he grins. âYou enjoying the show?â Geto whispers, wrapping his arms around Gojoâs waist. He just laughs, letting Geto pull him away.
âSatoru, I know youâre drunk, but we need to talk.â Suguru glances at him from the side, already lighting up a cigarette. The smell is horrendous, but the addiction is worse. I hope he will listen, Suguru thinks. The moment he looks at his best friend next to him, he frowns. Gojo is leaning against the wall, his gaze stuck on some girl. Geto thinks he knows her.
Itâs gotta me Mei. Upperclassman.
âSatoru, listen to me, for once,â he sighs, âIâm tired of you and your womanizing. Drop it for once and listen to me.â
That gets his attention. Satoru winks at Mei and turns his attention back to Suguru. He tilts his head, scanning his best friendâs facial features. Suguru is mad, thatâs what Satoru can see. He also looks really good with his long hair down, the piercing on his lip looks even better under those shitty lights. But the cigarette ruins it. âIâm listening,â Satoru sighs, âgo on. Lecture me, pretty boy.â
Suguru frowns even more at that. Of course Satoru isnât taking him seriously. What else would he do, right? Itâs Satoru.
âSatoru, you need to open your eyes, seriously,â Suguru starts, tapping his nails nervously on the concrete wall, âyouâve told me you like her, right? Now youâve messed up the chance to even be her friend. That was really messed up.â
Suguru looks at him, hoping Satoru realizes the weight of his words, but as alwaysâ Satoru just smirks. He looks Suguru up and down with his blues, sighing.
âListen,â he starts, âif she canât handle a little competition, that ainât on me, Suguboo. Iâm fucking Satoru Gojo, who am I to behave for some chickâs feelings?â He shrugs, the grin widening. âIâm smart, Iâm rich, Iâm handsome. Do you think Iâll change for someone who canât handle me the way I am? Sure, sheâs pretty and yeah, Iâd bang her,â he continues, âbut guess what? She knows the good me. The fake me. The real me? She knows nun.â
Suguruâs fists clench and heâs breathing heavily. Trying to hold himself to not do or say anything. Satoru doesnât respect you, clearly. Itâs clear as a day. It might be the alcohol talking, sure, but even the he shouldnât say such things.
âYou know whatâs your biggest flaw, Satoru?â Suguru says, turning around to walk away from him, âitâs your ego. And it wonât be long before you drive everyone away from you. Your biggest fear is being alone, right? Continue this way and it might become real.â
He walks away, feeling his stomach turn. The ache in his chest feels real. He would do anything for Satoru, knowing him since his early childhood. Itâs always been the two of them, then they met Shoko and they were three. Attached by their hips, doing everything together. He doesnât understand what changed, what changed the bratty teen into this⊠version of himself. The older version who doesnât respect anyone, not even himself. It hurts, but what can he do? It feels like heâs talking to a wall. The peopleâs face mix, he canât see anything as he gets through the mass of the crowd. The smell is horrendous, alcohol, drugs, sweat, people. I hate this. I hate this. Suguru thinks heâs done for the night. All he wants is to be in his dorms, away from this, from Satoru and his stupid ego.
Satoru just stands there, replaying every scene. Every word from Suguru and he feels nothing. He should feel something, but he feels nothing. He expected this from anyone but hearing it from Suguru? Doesnât he know him? âFuck,â Satoru cusses under his breath, closing his eyes, âfuck!â
He walks back into the crowd, needing a distraction. Anything to not think about his best friendâs words. He spots Mei in the corner of the room and smirks.
Hereâs my pretty little distraction.
âS-shit,â Satoru gasps as he rolls his hips against Mei, his dick was so deep in. Balls smacking against her ass, her nails grazing his back. His eyes were cloudy as he tried his best to look at her face, see her parted lips, gasping for air. âG-Gojo,â she loaned, her long nails reaching down to play with her clit.
Satoruâs eyes widened at that, a huge grin spreading on his face as he slapped her hand away, whispering, âwho allowed you?â He exchanged her fingers with his, his thumb circling her clit as his hips rolled into her, touchingâ no, absolutely kissing her cervix.
Sweat dripped down from his forehead as he leaned down to suck on her nipples, holding her in place, playing with her little pussy.
It wouldnât take long before heâd bust.
~
Shoko stepped out of the uber, watching the house you live in. She didnât know your parents yet, but she wanted to see you. To make sure you are okay. You havenât replied to any of her texts and she realized she messed up.
She knocked on the door, nervously tapping her leg against the concrete step. She bit into her lip, awaiting someone to answer the door. When the door swung open, a woman appeared. Your mom, most probably.
âHello, good evening!â Shoko bowed politely, âIâm Shoko, your daughterâs friend. I have some homework we would like to work on together and she hasnât replied to my texts so I just⊠stopped by.â Her gaze locked onto your mom, hoping she would let her in.
âCome in.â Your mom said and Shoko thanked her, bowing once again. Once she told her where your room is, Shoko knocked on your bedroom door.
âHey,â she said, unsure if youâre going to kick her out or not. She glanced around your room, noticing the interior. It was so like you. The books, philosophy books and quotes on walls. âI hope Iâm not interrupting.â
You looked up at her, sighing. Shoko stared you down, noticing the dark circles under your eyes, the way your hair looked messier than sheâs ever seen. âAre you okay?â
Fuck. âIâm fine,â you mumbled, tapping the spot next to you. âSit.â Shoko obligated, sat down and reached out to hold your hand. âYou donât look exactly fine. What happened with you?â She sighed, her thumb drawing circles on the palm of your hand. You looked away, biting the inside of your cheek.
Of course she noticed. How wouldnât she? You looked like a ghost. Iâm cooked.
âWell,â you sighed, âitâs just a lot of things going on right now.â Shoko didnât buy that. She furrowed her eyebrows, leaning closer to you. âTalk to me, whatâs up?â
You pulled your hand away, hugging your waist. You licked your bottom lip as you began speaking. âIâve gotten an F on the test. My parents arenât exactly happy. I donât have my phone and I have to fix the grade somehow. The issue is, I donât know how. I donât understand the topic, I donât even understand the whole class. I have a really tough professor too⊠itâs not like I could ask him, or I could but then Iâd have to spend more time with him and thatâs not what I wish to do. Heâs rude as hell.â
Shoko listens and nods when she feels like itâs appropriate. She reaches for your hand once more but instead of holding it, she pulls you into a hug. âIâm sorry.â
Your eyes widen and you sob softly, wrapping your arms around her torso. Your whole form shakes while Shoko pats your back lightly, comforting you. Your face is hidden in the crook of her neck and you sigh. âIâm sorry for what Iâve said,â Shoko whispers, âI didnât know it hurt you that much. Iâve thought it was the heat of the moment. Please donât drift away from me.â
Her whisper is calm, her presence is a soft beacon of light, helping the feelings youâre feeling right now. âI know Satoru can be a dick. Heâs rude. I thought you knew it that way too. It was so wrong of me, Iâm sorry.â
You two talked things up and by the end of her visit, you were giggling and happy. She really brought your mood up and not only that, she explained the whole subject to you, which helped incredibly.
Now that you understood what you were reading and doing, studying was easier than before. You knew you could fix your grade. Noâ you would fix it. No matter what. And while youâre at it, youâll prove the damn Gojo you are a smart girl. Smarter than he thinks.
Becauseâ who does Gojo Satoru think he is? No one to you now!
The morning light woke you up way too early. What sucked about warm months was the early sun in the morning. You whined unable to even get up. You forgot to close your blinds last night. Fuck!
You rolled in your bed, staring into the ceiling. Normally youâd scroll on social media, seeing the newest gossipâ now you couldnât. Not until you fix that damn grade. With a groan you stood up, stretched and went over to the bathroom.
A quick shower woke you up pretty fast. You sat at your vanity, listening to Lanaâs Brooklyn Baby as you did your makeup. Rollers in your hair, you wouldnât let no one to ruin your day. Especially not when you have new goals to reach. Finishing the light makeup you put on, you went over to your dresser. Scanning the clothes, you smirked.
Thatâs the one.
Walking out of your house, you felt invincible (and pretty especially⊠the black pencil skirt and white blouse really suited youâŠ). You took the bus into the uni, smiling at everyone you knew.
âShookooooo!â You called out happily as you skipped towards her, locking your arms with hers. Shoko grinned at you, her lit up cigarette chilling in her mouth. ââSup pretty girl? Looking good today.â
You blushed at her compliment, thanking her. Today was going to be a good day. You just knew it.
Youâre sitting in class again, highlighter clicking nervously between your fingers. The ache in your chest from last night still lingers, but youâve decided you wonât be embarrassed again. Not today. Itâs a fresh new start.
Professor Yaga is writing something dense on the board Locke versus Hobbes, Social Contract theory,. He pauses, turns, and his eyes settle on you. The room gets quiet.
âMiss yn,â he says, tone neutral, âcould you walk us through the main difference between Hobbesâ and Rousseauâs view of human nature, and which you think is more realistic?â
A few people glance over. You sit up straighter, nerves thrumming, but your voice comes out steady.
âHobbes believed people are inherently selfish and driven by a fear of death and a need for self-preservation. Thatâs why he argued for a strong, central authority, so society wouldnât collapse into chaos and violence. Rousseau, on the other hand, thought people are basically good, but that society and inequality corrupt them. He said true freedom comes from following the general will, not just obeying one ruler.â
You take a breath, feeling bolder. âPersonally, I think Hobbes is more realistic?At least, in terms of how people act when theyâre desperate or scared. But I like that Rousseau believes we can build something better, even if itâs idealistic. In reality, maybe the truth is somewhere in between: people want to be good, but self-interest wins when theyâre pushed.â
Thereâs a pause. Yaga actually smiles, faint but real. âExcellent summary. And a thoughtful answer. Youâre right. Most political philosophy lives in the tension between idealism and realism. Well done.â
You smiled even more, nodding. âThank you, professor!â You said proudly, your chin held up high.
Eat that, Gojo.
Walking out of the classroom, Geto is already waiting for you. He looks you up and down, nodding approvingly. âYou look so pretty today.â You smile, thanking him. âYou too. But thatâs nothing new, eh? You always look good.â
You two fall into a comfortable conversation, walking next to each other outside to spend your little break together. You notice the way Suguruâs eyes scan the crowd. Heâs looking for someone.
But you ignore it, rather admiring the beautiful color of the nature. Thatâs a perk of warm months. The world looks brighter. You sit down on the bench, pulling out your lunch box. âWant some?â You smile at Suguru, offering him sushi your mama made for you.
âNo, thank you,â he says with a smile and instead lights up a cigarette. You scrunch your nose at the smell, but donât say anything. âSorry,â he apologizes, âitâs a bad habit. Donât wanna ruin your pretty vibe with the smell.â
You laugh at that, waving your hand. âThatâs okay! It fits you. Makes you that bad boy, you know?â You giggled and Suguru snorts at that. âBad boy my ass. Iâm happy being invisible.â
You raise your eyebrow up but choose to keep quiet. Suguru is definitely not invinsible. Especially when heâs one of the most known people at your university.
Oh well. What a day.
~
Kento brings you an iced frappe as you sit down in the little cafe near your university. You thank him with a smile, taking a sip of your coffee. Kento sits down, looking distressed just like he did before. âHey,â he says softly, âcan I ask you something?â
You look up to him, nodding. Kento takes a huge breath. Here it comes. No going back. âWould you⊠would you be disgusted by me if I told you Iâm gay?â He whispered anxiously, fidgeting with the coffee mug. You widened your eyes, putting your frappe down, you reached out to take his hand.
âDisgusted?â You questioned, âhow could I? Iâd support you, like I always did, Ken. Your sexuality doesnât define you as a person,â you shook your head dismissively, âyouâre my friend no matter what. Iâd love you the same even if you told me you fancy trees.â
Kento let out a shaky breath. Squeezing your hand, he smiled at you brightly. âThank you,â he whispered, âthank you, thank you.â
You smiled, squeezing him back. You winked then, leaning closer. âSo Haibara and you. Am I correct?â You teased, grinning at him. Kento blushed lightly and nodded. Seeing the stoic man act this way was adorable. âCongrats!â You smiled, leaning back.
âYouâre the first one to know,â he admitted, âIâm happy itâs you.â Your heart skips a beat at that admission. You sigh, pouting your lips slightly as you whisper a soft âthank you.â
Kento leaves not too long after, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Itâs not like you didnât know about them two, but you didnât want to jump into conclusions. Youâre very happy for them. Especially Kento telling you first⊠awh, heâs just the best.
With a sigh, you finish your frappe and stand up. The whole day ahead of you, you walk out.
After you take the uber to get to your uni, youâre almost late for your class. Bumping into someone, you hastily apologize and rush off to manage be on time. Universe doesnât like you, because a hand appears on your shoulder, stopping you in your track. You look up, instantly frowning your eyebrows.
âWhat do you want, Gojo?â You bite out, shaking his hand off your arm. He looks taken back by your tone but as always, in a second he shows no emotions, only that awful grin of his. âTold you to call me Satoru, pretty.â
You scrunch your nose, trying to walk past him, but he doesnât let you. âMove, Iâll be fucking late,â you hiss under your breath, but he doesnât move. He just stands, looking down at you. âCan we talk?â He asks and you raise your eyebrow up.
Here? In the middle of the hall? He sure has balls trying to talk to you after everything heâs done.
âNo, fuck off,â you dismiss, trying to push him away, âseriously, Gojo. Move. I canât afford a late attendance.â
He sighs, turning away from you a walking away. You look at his retreating form but donât say anything. You walk ahead, happy heâs left you alone.
The day went by fast. You managed to get some extra points from your teacher, slowly recovering the F youâve gotten on your test. You can do it. You were so sure of it. When you managed to get home and tell your parents about it, they looked please. Itâs gotten so far your mother has given you your phone back when youâve explained to her the whole subject (thanks to Shoko who taught you and you finally understood it).
Now you felt like you could really relax. Without anyone and anything disturbing your mind & peace.
~
Satoru is losing his patience with himself. Staring into Naoyaâs eyes, forced to wear the traditional kimono once again, heâs felt hopeless. Naoya looked at him with pity. âYouâre useless,â he sneers, âa disappointment to the Gojo family. What good are you? Your parents would be happier if it were me who was their son. You do nothing for them yet you gain everything from the name you have.â
Satoru stared at him. âTake itâ he wanted to say. He didnât want it. The constant pressure, the constant nagging, not being able to do anything he wants because his fate has been decided the moment he was born. Everyone knows him â or they swear they do â but no one knows him. They know the name and the history but who knows him? Who knows just Satoru?
He used to think Suguru knew the real him. That Suguru knew him behind all his masks and the given name. But he was wrong and Suguru proved it.
No one knew Satoru. Frankly enough, he didnât know himself anymore.
He stared into Naoyaâs eyes, those fox eyes that now looked at him with disgust. âYou know, Naoya,â he said with a sly grin, âit almost sounds like youâre jealous, hm? Jealous you have to hide behind your papa? You havenât accomplished anything by yourself, you know?â Satoru says, a teasing glint in his eyes. âYou didnât even attend any university. What a scandal. The heir to the Zenâin empire⊠without a degree?â He gasped falsely, watching as the younger manâs breathing fastened. âAnd not to mention⊠I think Megumi will rather be the head, hm? At least I know this will be mine one day.â
Naoyaâs face crumpled with rage. He took Satoru by his collar, leaning impossibly closer, âYou donât know anything about me,â Naoya hissed, âbut I do know everything about you. Do you think your parents know about your late night escapades?â Naoya smirked, clearly knowing he had him in the palm of his hand.
Satoru stayed calm. For a hot minute, he hasnât said anything. He shrugged Naoyaâs hands away. âNaoya,â he whispered lowly, âdo you think you won?â He questioned him, leaning against the wall.
âWhat would your papa think knowing you fucked your cousin Mai, hm? You sick fuck.â
Satoru knew he won that round. Naoyaâs eyes widened, his bottom lip shaking. âYou-how,â he whispered, âhow the fuck do you know?!â He hissed, throwing a punch at him. Satoru didnât expect that.
He couldnât even dodge in time, it was too late. Satoruâs face crumpled in pain, Naoyaâs fist connecting with his face. âYou-â Satoru screamed, throwing a punch back at him. He pushed him onto the ground, both exchanging punches, kicks.
His father had to get them apart. He was a dead man.
Later that evening, Satoru sat in front of his father with an ice pack on his swollen face. âHe hit me first,â Satoru defended, âand Iâm going to defend myself. I wonât let him walk all over me all the time. Like it or not, I hate that guy.â
His father just looked at him. His gaze was unreadable. It looked like he was disappointed, but then it looked like he was rather angry. What Satoru didnât expect was his soft tone. âSatoru,â he spoke lowly, âlisten. This wonât fix anything. Iâm just happy youâre okay and not hurt much.â
He stood up and walked away. Satoru sat there dumbfounded, the ice pack cooling his face. His lips parted in shock. He expected everything, but this wasnât it. His fatherâ the father who forced him to study since the ripe age of two, the father who would beat him for a bad grade, the father who would throw away Digimon figures if he got a grade worse than A to be soft.
What has just happened?
He closes the door to his bedroom, not caring about a single thing in the world. He throws the ice pack away, the only thing on his mind is how he wants to fuck someone. Angry fuck is the best and god, he would absolutely demolish someone right now.
He strips down to his boxers, feeling the bruises bloom on his ribs, the pulse of the fight still alive under his skin. He hates thisâhates feeling anything this much. Hates that Naoya got to him. Hates that his father didnât yell, didnât punish, just looked at him like he was already broken.
He drops onto his bed, head spinning, body buzzing. He palms himself through the fabric, feeling the outline of his dick. Satoru gasps, teasing himself, feeling the mushy head of his pretty dick. âAah fuck,â he whispers, unable to hold on any longer, he reaches under his pants, taking his hard dick out.
âFuck,â he whispers as he sees how hard he is. Already leaking precum, his tip angrily red. He brushes his thumb across it, shivering from the sheer sensitivity. He holds his balls with his other hand, massaging them, feeling the weight of them in his hand.
His mind is cloudy, the only thing on his mind is how good a tight pussy would feel. On his face or on his dick, he would come either way. Satoru whimpers as he fists his dick, moving hard and quick, unable to control his own legs he straightens them, head thrown back. His tongue lolling out of his mouth, he canât stop thinking about a good pussy. Fuck, the warm, tight feeling.
âAhhh f-fuck,â he gasps out, heâs so close. His balls are twitching, heâs itching for the release, the need to cum, to feel your pussy on his face. Waitâ
Wait.
Wait.
Your pussy onâand thatâs it for him. Heâs cumming, thinking about your face, your pussy.
Heâs never going to live it down.
~
Satoru has to ignore you. He isnât sure how, but he canât see you. The post nut depression is real, because why has he imagined you on his dick? Thatâs sick of him! He feels sick of himself. God.
âEarth calling Satoruuu,â Shoko sings, bumping into him. Satoru looks down at her, sighing. âYes, Sho?â He gives her a small smile, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
Shoko smiles at him, âGeto is waiting for you,â she says casually and Satoru stops in his tracks. âSho..â âI donât wanna hear it,â she interrupts him. âEither go now or Iâll tie you down and force you two to talk.â
So thatâs how he found himself with Suguru on the infamous bench. He fidgeted with his fingers, the silence between them uncomfortable. âSuguru,â he spoke first, âIâm really sorry about what Iâve said that night.â
Suguru finally looked at him and sighed, âIâm sorry as well. I shouldnât had brought it up when we both were drunk. Thatâs⊠thatâs on me too,â he apologized. Satoru nodded, âI was drunk as hell. Of course I care about yn. I just didnât expect her to take it that way, you know? I tried to apologize, but she wonât even talk to me.â
âCanât blame her,â Suguru snorts, âyouâre a dick.â
Satoru smiled at that. âYou know what? Youâre right. I am a dick.â

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MDNI!
nerd/frat Gojo x reader
Warnings: smut, angst, double life, Gojo is so misunderstood, talk about politics, naoya zenin is a warning itself.
WC: 2K ch1 ch3
Satoru sat in the classroom. His head resting on his arm, he was falling asleep. He was so tired. Last night, his parents really did a number on him. The meeting went on forever and by the time heâs gotten into bed it was almost 3 am. He couldnât sneak out to meet with his friends, thatâs what hurt him the most.
âYou okay?â You whispered and he looked at you. A small smile on his lips, he nodded. His eyes tracking your face, your lips. The way you were lightly pouting as you spoke, but he wasnât listening. He was fixated on the way your lips moved, the way your facial expressions changed.
âYouâre really pretty.â He said out of the blue, closing his eyes again. You were star struck, staring at him in disbelief. âThanks?â You mumbled, your attention snapped back to your professor.
Satoru was a somehow weird individual. You didnât know him that well as Shoko or Geto did, but still. You couldnât make up your own opinion about him. He was smart, yes. He was good looking too, he was cocky and everything a man like him should be, yet you still felt like something was missing. There had to be something you were missing out on. Something this man is battling against but you couldnât put your finger on what it exactly is.
It doesnât help much that he doesnât tell you about things. At times heâs closed off, his bad mood or his mood swings are blamed on extra studying yet youâve never seen this man study. If he doesnât blame studying, he laughs it off. Thatâs just who Satoru Gojo is.
With a sigh, you push his glasses aside, writing notes down. Gojo might not need them but you sure as hell do. Not everyoneâs blessed with smartness like he is. Professor Yaga is at the board, explaining the finer points of social contract theory, something about Rousseau and the âgeneral will.â
You clear your throat, hand raised before you can second-guess yourself. âBut if Rousseau says freedom is found in obeying laws you set for yourself, then wouldnât a society full of self-interested people just fall apart? Doesnât that mean no one actually has to compromise for the common good?â
Professor Yagaâs eyes flick to you, then to the rest of the class. Satoru doesnât look up. Yaga starts to answer. âRousseauâs social contract relies onââ
But Satoru interrupts, not even glancing your way. âThatâs not actually how it works, you know. The point isnât that everyone does whatever they want. The âgeneral willâ means people agree on whatâs best for everyone, not just themselves.â
You wheeze. âI know what Rousseau said, Gojo. Iâm saying it doesnât work. People always act for themselves in the end. If anything, the âgeneral willâ just ends up being the strongest personâs will.â
He turns, looks right at you now. âExcept youâre forgetting the part where the process of reaching consensus is supposed to filter out selfish interests. Thatâs the whole theory. Youâd know if you actually read the text.â
Heat rises in your cheeks. You shoot him a look. âI did read it. I just donât buy it. Not everyone lives in Gojo-land, where everyone magically agrees with you.â
Someone snickers. Satoruâs lips curl into a smug smile. âThatâs a bold theory. Maybe you should actually finish the reading next time before you try to tear it apart.â
You glare at him. âMaybe you should try letting other people talk for once.â The professor coughs, trying to hide a smile. âAlright, thatâs enough! Letâs move on.â
Satoru leans in closer to you, that dumb smirk back on his place. âI do listen to you and I do indeed let you speak, but hey. Iâm just helping you be smarter.â
âIâm going to smack you,â you hissed, bumping into his shoulder, âseriously! You just embarrassed me in front of the whole class! Fuck you.â You looked away, but from the corner of your eye you could see him grinning at you. That stupid fucking grin!
âBy the way,â he whispers as he leans in closer to your ear, âitâs Satoru for you. Donât call me Gojo.â
~
âSo yeah, he absolutely fucked me up in front of the whole class! He also knows philosophy is my favorite class but guess what? He had to ruin that one for me too!â You complained as you sat next to Shoko, your pencil digging into the paper. Shoko lazily looked at you, taking a drag out of her cigarette. She hasnât really said anything. She just studied you, trying to gauge your reactions. Trying to see how your body reacts whenever you mention Gojo. By now, it was a hobby of hers.
âDonât be mad,â Shoko simply said, âyouâve started a discussion. You should be happy he joined in, after allâ he helped you understand it better, didnât he? And also, Satoru enjoys going all out. Heâs smart as hell, you know.â
You scoffed, throwing daggers at her with your eyes. Of course she would take his side. Doesnât she see it hurt you? It felt humiliating. Yes, youâve started a discussion, but! It was with your professor. Not damn Gojo Satoru.
âI hate him sometimes,â you mumbled angrily, âhe does this and then has the balls to call me pretty? What is up with him! God!â You hissed angrily, standing up. âWhatever, Iâm going to find Kento. Heâll understand me better.â
Shoko raised her eyebrow up, but hasnât said anything. She just shrugged, giving you a small wave as you left. Then she picked up her phone, smirking even more.
From: Shoko
To: gaybeat geto
raising the stakes. fifty bucks theyâll fuck in a monthđ
~
Kento stood by the vending machine, talking about the newest math homework with Haibara. He felt warmness in his chest he couldnât explain, just watching his best friend breathe. He adored him. His huge brown eyes, the way they light up when he mentions something he likes.
âHere,â Kento says calmly, tossing him a can of coke, âyour favorite, isnât it?â He hums, sitting down on the bench next to Haibara. Haibara looks at him with a slight blush on his face , biting the inside of his cheeks. âYou know me so well.â And that, that makes Kento smile.
âOf course I do,â kento nudges him, smiling still. âCanât wait for our date, Hai.â
Haibara looks away, trying to hide his shyness. He nods, opening the can of coke. âDo you think⊠do you think our friends would approve of us?â He suddenly asks. Kento looks at him with a different kind of look.
âYou know,â he sighs, reaching out to hold his hand, âI thought about it too. But honestly, I donât wanna rush anything, Hai,â he continues, brushing a few hairs off his face, âyou mean so much to me. Iâm lucky you even agreed on going out with me!â He chuckled lightly, looking into the distance.
âTo answer your question â yes. Yes I think they will accept us and to be fair? I think they already know. Us confirming it would just make them happier. After all, Shoko has her hands on Utahime.â
Kento looked around, spotting you further back. He called out your name, waving. âIâll let you guys be. See you Ken,â Haibara grinned. Kento wanted to say something, but Haibara just turned around and left.
What was that about? Kento furrowed his eyebrows, eyes stuck on his retreating form. Have I said something wrong? Kento wasnât so sure anymore.
âIâm going to kill Gojo Satoru and you will listen to me vent and donât you dare take his side because this white haired freak is really getting on my nerves!â You hissed as you plopped yourself down next to Kento, angrily taking a bite of your sushi. âHe literally fucked me up in a class in front of everyone!â
And thatâs how it went. Youâve told Kento everything about what happened in the class. Kento tried his best to not laugh or tease. Seeing you were genuinely upset, he sighed. âListen,â he started, âI think youâre too harsh on him, you know? Yes, of course he shouldnât had embarrass you like that, but isnât that what you wanted? A conversation with someone?â
âKento! Not you too!â You huffed as you stood up, âseriously, no one sees it the way I do!â
You stormed away, leaving him behind. Am I overreacting? You sighed, but then shook your head. Hell no, he shouldâve been quiet. You walked out of the uni grounds, still upset at the whole day. âNeed a shower,â you mumbled under your breath, âor maybe a hot bath. Or both. Fuck.â
~
By the time you came home, you felt even worse than before. Greeting your parents downstairs, you tried to slip away, but of courseâ it wouldnât be as easy. âCome here, will you?â Your father asked, looking at you expectantly.
You sighed as you walked to the kitchen, sitting at the table. You looked at both of your parents, fidgeting with the hem of your dress. âDid I⊠did I do something?â You asked. Your mother just sighed, giving your father that look.
You knew the look way too well. He was mad.
âCare to explain the F on your test?â He asked, patiently. You looked down on your legs, biting the inside of your cheek. âReply. I thought weâve talked about this.â
âIâ,â you sighed, looking away from your legs. You looked out of the window, watching the treeâs breaches move in the light wind, âIâm sorry. I swear Iâve learnt but itâs a hard subject, really.â
Your mother shook her head disapprovingly, holding out her hand. âGive me your phone,â she said, âyou will only get it for school. Iâll wake you up in the morning. Maybe this will teach you to study and not spend your time on useless things.â
You felt yourself grow smaller. I disappointed them. I fucked it up. All of it. Tears sting in your eyes as you handed her your phone, suppressing a sob, you stood up, trying your best to not cry. âHey, weâre not done yet!â your father shouted but it was too late. You were already on the way to your room, tears going down your cheeks.
Just how much worse could this day be?
~
Satoru sat down on his bed, looking at the newest grade. Of course he had an A. What else could he have?
He sighed as he lied down. Still, he was the best in the class, yet it wasnât enough for his parents. Itâs never enough. âGet more after school activities.â They said, âmaybe economy? So you know how to work the Gojo empire.â
âI hate this shit,â he mumbled under his breath, closing his eyes. His phone rang.
Shoko.
âHey Sho,â he said cheerfully, putting on a happy tone. He heard her sigh on the other end. âWhatâs up? All good?â
âNo!â Shoko hissed and Satoru sat up, eyes widening. He wasnât really used to Shoko being like this. âI need to win one bet and if you keep acting like this my moneys fucked!â
Satoru raised up one eyebrow, a cheeky smile on his face. âA bet, hm? What kind of, my dear friend?â He grinned, his fingers drawing circles on his sweatpants.
âOh you donât need to know, pooks. Just be a good boy for a while. Iâll split.â
âHah,â he chuckles, leaning his head back onto the pillow, âwhatever you say, pretty.â
MDNI!
frat/nerd boy Gojo x reader
Warnings: smut, angst, double life, Gojo is so misunderstood, talk about politics, naoya zenin is a warning itself.
ch2 ch3
chapter one, wc: 1.4K
The bell rang signaling the end of the lecture. Everyone was in motion, getting out of class. âHave you heard about the frat party? Sukuna is hosting it,â Shoko said casually, plopping herself down next to Satoru. He looked at her, glasses perched up high on his nose, he smiled. âYa, I heard about it. You cominâ?â Shoko nodded, âSure as hell I am.â
Satoru smiled, taking his backpack. He took his textbooks, put them into it and stood up. âIâve gotta study for the test first though,â he sighed, âmy parents want me to do perfectly. As always.â His grin was malicious. If Shoko hadnât known him for years, she would think he isnât serious about it. âAh,â she waved with her hand, âI got you. Gojo empire and all that shit. Itâs not like you need to study anyways, nerdy boy.â
Satoru laughed at that, walking next to her out of the classroom. âYouâre right. I donât need to study.â Shoko rolled her eyes at that. âYouâre so cocky! And for what?â She questioned, bumping into his shoulder. âEh? Iâll have you know I have every right to be cocky! I mean, Iâm smart, Iâm rich and attractive as fuck. Thereâs no one who would say no to me?!â
âI know a few people who have said no to you,â she reminded him with a roll of her eyes, âone of them is Suguru.â Satoru gasped at that. âYou witch!â Shoko laughed.
They continued talking while walking out of the door. The weather was way too hot that day and Satoru regretted his choice of clothing. âYo, Satoru!â Suguru called out, you smiled next to him, waving at both of them. Satoru and Shoko joined you, walking next to each other.
âHow was your test? Did you do well?â Satoru asked you. He tried his best to brush his arm against yours, craving the feel of you, your warmness. âIt was fine,â you sighed, âI hope I at least passed. Canât afford to fail this class. The professor is awful.â
âI feel that,â he replied. His attention stolen by the beautiful color of the nature. âYaga can be cruel at times, but you know what the say? If you pass his class, youâre basically the next Einstein.â
~
The dining room is too quiet. Satoruâs fingers tap the underside of the table, just out of his motherâs sight. Heâs supposed to be listening, but all he catches is âgrades,â âmidterms,â âthe Gojo name.â He glances at his phone, hidden under his napkin. Shokoâs message is still there:
Shokochaaaan: sukunaâs party 10 pm, comin?đđ»
He bites back a smile. Of course she knows heâll try to bail. He always does. He looks up, pretending heâs interested in his fatherâs story about some meeting. All he wants is to be out of here.
âIâll be in the library tonight,â he says, voice steady. Not technically a lie, just not the whole truth. Â His mother looks at him, her expression soft but expectant. âAbsolutely not,â she says, âyouâve been there yesterday and you need to listen to your fatherâs presentation today.â
âSure,â he says. Inside, heâs sick. Heâs feeling sick just looking at the dinner table, seeing everyone bow down to him just to make him like them more. He hates it, he hates it, he hates it. What good is he good for? He feels like he isnât good for anything but his given family name. Fuck.
Dinner drags. He nods, says the right words, waits. When heâs finally free, he heads upstairs. He sits on his bed, trying to calm his thoughts. His fingers wrapped in his silk white hair. Why me? Why couldnât they let me be, for one night? Fuck. He sighs as he reaches for his phone.
From: Satoru
To: Shokochaaan
Canât make it. Donât wait for me.
He tossed the phone aside, lying down on his back. Just what is he supposed to do?
~
âGojo isnât coming,â Shoko says, lighting up her cigarette. Geto sighs at that, leaning against the wooden frame. âOf course he isnât. Heâs either lazy or papa Gojo got him down.â
You look in between them, an eyebrow raised up slightly. You donât say anything, but they can tell you wanna ask. Somehow though they donât say anything. After all, itâs not their place to talk about Satoruâs life.
âNo time to sulk. The night is young and Iâm feeling extra freaky tonight!â Shoko announces with a grin. She throws herself over you and Geto, dragging you into Sukunaâs kitchen.
âYo!â You exclaim, meeting Kento by the fridge. âWhat are you doing here? I wouldnât expect you to step a foot in!â You shout over the music, laughing as you catch Kento taking a shot of some transparent liquid. Vodka maybe? The way his face crumbles tell you enough and you burst out laughing.
âHaibara.â Is all Kento says as he drowns down a cup of juice. âOh god I still feel the alcohol, yuck!â
Kento is currently trying to rinse his mouth out with an orange juice, going as far as spitting it into the sink. You shake your head in disbelief. âDonât drink anymore, Kento.â
He just nods, rambling about you being right. You sigh, attention stolen by Geto who happily points towards Shoko whoâs sat on Utahimeâs lap, hearts in her eyes. Oh sheâs down bad.
~
He doesnât even get a choice. The yukata is waiting for him on his bed, crisp and blue and impossibly expensive. His mother fusses over his collar, smoothing it flat, pinching a stray strand of his white hair behind his ear. âYou need to look presentable, Satoru. There are important guests tonight.â
He wants to protest. Say heâs got homework, or a headache, or anything at all. But the words die somewhere in his throat. He catches himself in the mirror. The Gojo heir. Dressed like a relic. He hates how well it fits.
Downstairs, the main hall is full. Zenin family, Gojo family, even a couple of random old men who speak in numbers and politics instead of real words. Satoru stands beside his father at the long table, back straight, trying not to look bored out of his mind. He can feel Naoya Zenin watching him from across the room, the same smug look he always wears, the one that says âyouâll never be enough.â Satoru bites the inside of his cheek.
His father starts to talk. The room quiets. Satoruâs job is to nod in the right places, smile when the business partners joke about mergers and old feuds. He can hear them:
âGojo will inherit soon, wonât he?â
âMuch more promising than the last Zenin boyâŠâ
âAlready top of his class, isnât he?â
He wants to disappear. Every compliment feels like a stab in his gut.
Naoya leans over, his voice low. âTry not to embarrass your clan tonight, Gojo.â The smile he gives is all teeth.
Satoruâs grip tightens on the table. All he can think about is the music heâs missing, the way Shoko would have laughed at his outfit, the way he could just be himself and not this.
He forces himself to listen, but the words blur together, something about trade deals, expansion, legacy. His father looks at him. âSatoru, why donât you explain your vision for the future of the company?â
All eyes turn. Heâs supposed to have an answer. Supposed to act like he cares. He clears his throat, voice steady even as his chest feels tight. âOur generation needs to focus on innovation and international partnership,â he says, the words practiced, perfect. Not his.
Everyone nods, satisfied. Satoru feels numb.
Hours drag. By the end, his jaw aches from smiling. He bows at the right time, thanks everyone, lets himself be dismissed. Back in his room, he strips off the yukata, tossing it onto the bed. His phone buzzes again, another message from Shoko.
He doesnât bring himself to read it. Instead he just sits there, staring at his reflection, the echoes of his fatherâs words bouncing around his head. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe next time.
He doesnât realize heâs crying until he tastes salt on his lip.
mdni 18+ - doctor! Gojo (ob/gyn) x fem! reader
gyno! Gojo getting distracted by his patient's coochie (you) inappropriate workplace behavior, breaking oaths, they're awkward lol, fingering, orgasms, spitting, talking you through it, nerdjo, he's shy even knuckles deep inside you <3 (3k)
"Are you comfortable?" Doctor Gojo asks with a friendly smile, washing his hands and looking over his shoulder at you.
Are you comfortable when you're in nothing but an open hospital gown and your feet are in stirrups!? In front of the most gorgeous man you've ever seen!?
No, you're not. You're flustered and embarrassed despite his calm demeanor and how he does everything with ease. You bite down on your lower lip, clutching the little sheet thrown over your lap, nodding.
He dries his hands that you can't help but look at a little too long. Elegant fingers, thick ones that make you blush thinking of going inside you. It's got you swallowing nervously. Trying to remember it's a check up not a damn date.
He's just doing his job, slipping you a little smile, blue eyes glimmering in a myriad of shades. "Latex allergy sweetheart?"
"Huh?" How long are his fingers!?
"Do you have an allergy to latex?" You flush again, shaking your head. "Perfect."
Doctor Gojo sits in front of you, slipping on those gloves and then putting a comforting hand on your thigh. You fucking moan.
You moan.
This is so embarrassing!?
"Sorry," you whisper, shutting your eyes.
"Is it the cramps? I saw you were having some issues with that," he asks softly, white hair falling just a bit over his brow.
"Um. Yes." You have been cramping alot, but this was definitely not that. You try to remember why you're here, looking at him again, almost unable to handle the eye contact. "Really bad ones before my period."
"Scans were all good," he lifts your sheet up and pauses just a moment, eyeing your cunt in what he attempts to do professionally. Yet he can't help but almost spill out how pretty it is, that would not be okay to say, even if he is an expert. "Everything looks great actually."
Yiur thighs clamp shut. He raises a brow. "Sorry!"
"Relax," he gently helps you spread your thighs, blushing himself when he sees you're glistening already. He can't mention it of course but it's dripping between your lips. "Have you had an exam?"
"Of course, just... um... nervous." He hums a bit to himself, parting your folds with soft gloves, you almost moan again, biting down hard. He looks up at you, leaning down just a bit, far too close to your cunt.
You're suddenly so insecure! What if it looks weird to him!? What if he can freaking inhale it, does it smell good? You washed it before coming but what if-
"Take a breath," he murmurs, inspecting your insides and almost whimpering when he sees your hole fucking wink at him. "You're tense, and it'll hurt if you're this tight."
Fuck.
Dr. Gojo just called a patient tight.
"I mean... tight muscles," he's stammering for a moment, you're just too pretty and now you have him nervous. "That's good though, are you um... doing kegals."
You blink.
"Yes? Can you just... tell?" He sighs, trying to remember why the fuck you're here, slipping a finger inside to just the tip, and you clench him over the glove, soaking it.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
"Yes your muscle response is impeccable," he wants to feel it clenching his tongue, gather all those juices and suck them off his fingers. "Try to relax because for this exam I have to get two fingers inside you. "You're small down there."
"Oh of course," you want to fall off the face of the earth when he pulls his finger back. You feel slippery arousal pouring down your slit, his soft sigh tickling your thigh. "Did you already put that gel stuff on?"
"No," you blush again, so hot your cheeks are on fire, realizing that's all you. "I can but you seem to have a good amount of... natural lubricant."
Make it fit
Your boyfriend has been waiting for this moment, but when you see what he's packing!? You're a hundred percent sure this just won't work, he just simply won't fit. But Satoru Gojo is anything if not one to make sure he wins - and that includes proving you wrong.
pairings - Satoru x reader
warnings - MDNI -size difference, oral (f receiving) fingering, lots of foreplay, he literally is way too big, tummy bulges, creampies, cumplay, spitting, mild degradation/praise, obsessed/ pussy-drunk Satoru
hehe this was a commission piece, and it's an absolutely filthy oneshot - 4k wc - enjoyy! <3 art is by @camy__min on X
âItâs not gonna work,â youâd said it the moment you saw it â Satoru Gojoâs pretty cock â for the first time. âThereâs just no way.â
Heâd laughed softly, his cock thick and veiny, length slapping his flat belly button then just hanging there so heavy, white drizzles of pre leaking down out of his pretty pink tip. Your core tensed, thinking of the ways heâd just ruin your insides, fuck your uterus up with that damn thing.
You love Satoru, you love his body too, and fuck you want him â youâre always soaking wet any time he kisses you, but thereâs just no way that will work. Satoru sighs, seeing your apprehension, heâs got his hands cupping your face almost gently. Even as you shake your head, studying that thick, lengthy cock with wide eyes.
âBabyâŠâ
âOh no, Toru thereâs no way you get that in me, maybe the tip at best!? And Iâm not even sure that will.â Your thumb brushes over the tip, swollen, cock so thick your fingers canât even wrap it completely. âYouâre too big!â
âThis is a manâs dream," heâs grinning all proud, but when you shake your head again he sighs. âSure it will, sweetheart, just lemme work my magic.â
âMagic? Mnh!â
Spreading your thighs wide, long fingers slip through the mess thatâs pooling out of your soppy hole, your hips jerk up in response. âMhm â look, she already wants me inside her.â
âOf c-course she does,â you barely manage to breathe the words out, nipples puckered for one of his hands to brush against. âShe just canât, youâre too â ah!â
Heâs spitting a gossamer trail down to your puffy lips, it lingers before it disintegrates and lands right on your cunt with a bubbly trail. You could swear Satoruâs grin has become even more psychotic with those sharp white teeth, his blue eyes brilliant and bright, kissing a trail down your body slowly, between your breasts, over your tummy, and lower.
âAw, she loves it,â he cooes those words practically, spreading those folds and flicking his tongue on your clit. Your hands entangle in his white silky locks, feeling his plump mouth smile on your overheated skin. âLook how cute she is.âÂ
The first wet flick makes even more arousal just pool out of your hole, slick and glittery for his eyes to feast on. They dilate at the sight of your cunt spasming around nothing, he watches it wink at him, watches it clench. He moans softly at how fucking pretty it is.
His eyes dart up to your arching body, gripping a tit while his tongue teases your hole, slipping in, squeezing your tits when they gently bounce with the jerky little motion, your reactions so evident. His breath ghosts teasingly over your cunt again, your flavor earning him even harder, rutting his cock against his mattress, dying to be buried deep in you.
âShe can take it,â he murmurs, pressing a kiss on your cunt and smiling up at you. âI just know she can.
No, she couldnât.
18+, sorry for my shit english ><
âopen up fâme darling, please, just this once, god,â satoru nearly whines, holding your chin between his pointer finger and his thumb. âneed to feel you, can i? fuck, sweets.â
heâs destroyed the moment you look up to him with those gorgeous eyes of yours. he watches your lips, the way you part them slowly. he grins at that, showing off his pearly whites. he forces you to open your mouth further, thumb forcing your chin down.
âgood girl, such a good girl fâme,â he praises, fisting his cock with his free hand. your eyes travel down his body and you gulp. he was big. so fucking big, your mouth waters at that sight.
pink thick tip, just in the prettiest shape ever. heart shaped pink with precum leaking out already, white trimmed hairs at the base. it was pale, just as his whole body, but the thickness and veins? fuck, you were ruined and he hasnât even let you taste him.
âplease, âtoru,â you whispered, sticking out your tongue. his eyes widened, sparkles dancing. his grin widened even more, licking his own lips, he smacked your tongue with his thick tip.
ââm gonna ruin you, sweets.â

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bake me up, buttercup
pairing â gym rat satoru x baker reader
synopsis : satoru gojoâs life is a meticulously curated empire of protein shakes, gym selfies, and the unwavering adoration of six million followers. heâs got it all down to a science, a perfect balance of macros and influence thatâs starting to feel just a little empty. but when a late-night scroll leads him to your quiet corner of the internet, everything changes. itâs not about your faceâheâs never seen it. itâs about your hands, steady and dusted with flour, and your voice, a warm, patient hum that makes him forget all about his post-workout cardio. suddenly, the man who prides himself on control finds himself completely obsessed with a baker who offers something sweeter and far more dangerous than any cheat meal: a little bit of peace. or: he could break the internet with a single photo, but heâs about to risk it all for a girl who accidentally liked his post one time.
wc àŁȘâ 39k ÖŽÖ¶ÖžâŸ. tags -> f!reader, plot with porn, influencer au, modern setting, fluff, humor, banter, slow burn, food as a love language, mutual pining, eventual smut, sexual tension, making out, food play, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, praise kink, marking, satoru goes feral, unsafe sex, rough sex, size kink, it wonât fit trope, breeding kink, creampie, aftercare, domestic fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, marriage proposal, wedding fluff, happy ending
athy says, hi my lovies, i'm looking at my follower count and i genuinely can't believe we've hit 9k before this little blog of mine is even six months old. thank you, from the bottom of my heart. this fic has been simmering away in my drafts for what feels like an eternity, and i wanted to dedicate it to all of you as a thank you. it's super soft, a little cheesy, and hopefully the perfect thing to curl up with. i hope you all enjoy it!! âĄâ (â ÓŠâ ïœâ ÓŠâ ïœĄâ )
satoru gojo has never needed hashtags to break the internet.
he knows this the same way he knows his post-workout selfies could fund a small countryâs economy, the same way he knows that the gym mirror loves him more than his own mother ever did.
so when he drops his phone against his sweat-dampened chest and angles it just rightâshadows cutting across the landscape of muscle heâs carved with religious devotion, that mess of hair catching the fluorescent light like spun moonlight, eyes the color of winter storms narrowed in that signature smirkâhe doesnât bother with captions longer than âcardio day.â
six million followers donât need context. they need salvation, and apparently, heâs their god.
â· Your body is so sweet !
Synopsis . Accidentally sending an explicit image/video of yourself to your roommate. / Pairings . (Seporate) Sukuna x f!reader, Gojo x f!reader, Nanami x f!reader, Toji x f!reader, & Geto x f!reader / Content . afab!reader, feral men, nudes (obviously), phone sex, praise, degrading, oral sex (f!receiving & m!receiving), face fucking, tw: spitting, premature ejec, choking, mutual masturbation, non-curse au, dirty talk, slight exhibitionism, teasing, filth, overstim, etc. / wc . 6.4k
A/N: plot twist, none of it was an accident. [MDNI]
â Sukuna Ryomen
âDonât run from it now, you asked for this,â Comes tumbling past his kiss-bitten lips all heavy and searing against your ear as he now has you clawing at the bedsheets below both of your sweat-slicked bodies, trying to escape the mean thrusts of his cock for just a second to breathe.
His hand comes down on yours and his whole body is almost weighing over you now. Fingers intertwining with yours and the sound of his hips clashing against the fat of your ass echo all throughout your bedroom. Sukunaâs other hand is on your hip, fingertips clawing into your skin as he messily pulls you back against him.
The bed is thumping against your wall and youâre sure thereâll be a hole in it any moment now.
Perhaps you really shouldâve double checked what video you were sending him when he asked you for the videos from a party you both attended the other day.