FIGURING YOU OUT #4 — GOJO SATORU
SYNOPSIS...when a simple tutor session with the nerd turns into a rocky, sexual relationship, jealousy and forbidden feelings begin to bloom and soon gojo finds himself in the middle of a problem he can’t quite solve
INFO...nerd!gojo x popular fem!reader, college!au, reader is a bitch towards gojo, gojo acts ooc, pining, smut, jealousy, some toji x reader, angst, alcohol, smoking, not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
Gojo stood in front of his mirror, brows furrowing as he held up two pairs of shoes, unsure of which ones looked best with his outfit. Why was he even trying this hard? It was some dumb college party, his first ever that he’s practically being dragged to by Suguru.
“Are you done yet?” Geto walked back into the dorm room, phone in hand, staring at the time. He stopped in tracks as he saw how Gojo was standing there completely perplexed by his choice of shoes. “Are you serious?” He asked with a deadpanned expression.
“What looks best?” He turned to him.
Geto scoffed, “is that a damn cashmere sweater?”
Gojo looked down, slightly frowning. “What’s wrong with it? Also, not exactly cashmere, just a sweater,” he corrected.
“Satoru,” Geto sighed, “it’s a shitty frat party where everyone is going to be hot, drunk, high, and sweaty.”
“So, take the damn sweater off. Wear your most dingy shoes and let loose.” Geto explained.
“So the converse?” He held them up, a small smile on his face.
Geto rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “You have five minutes. I’ll be outside.”
He tossed the other shoes to the floor, slipping on his converse, tying them almost a little too tight for his own good. He stood back up, looking at his outside for the millionth time tonight. Everything in him was telling him not go because what fun would he even have? He doesn’t drink or smoke and hates how obnoxious people get, but he’s got to ‘break out his shell’ as Suguru says.
“No sweater?” He quirked a brow. “Fine.” His fingers gripped the hem of the fabric, pulling it over his head to reveal a plain black tee. His eyes squinted, unsure if he liked it or not, but he knows suguru would probably yell at him for taking a minute longer. He rushes to grab his phone and glasses, making sure he had his wallet and keys in his pocket.
“Jeez, finally ready?” Geto pushes himself off of the wall when he hears the door click. “See?” He points to Gojo. “Casual and simple.”
“It’s not the best, but—”
“But nothing. Now, let’s go get fucked up!” He said excitedly, almost giggling like a maniac. He nudged Gojo, turning to walk backwards down the hall. “So, wanna tell me why you’ve been in such a pissy mood lately?”
“Huh?” Gojo lifts his gaze, pushing his glasses up.
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed, man. I see it in your face.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Gojo avoids the question like the plague because not even Suguru knew about you. Sure, they’re best friends, but as always, he’d probably get scolded for even talking to you. Suguru would of course know you, everyone does, you were little miss popular and you were dating Toji.
“You’re a horrible liar for someone so smart,” he laughs. “Who is it? I know you’re not acting like this because you failed some fucking test.” He pushes the question. Silence. “Come on, just tell me!” Suguru pleads.
“It was nothing. Just something with my parents.”
“Your parents?” Suguru pauses, glaring at Gojo with the look of ‘I know you’re still lying’, but decides to drop it. “Okay, if you say so.”
When they finally make it outside, the air is crisp and brutal, the cold nipping away at Gojo’s skin. It makes him want to curl up into a ball, fully regretting the fact he took Suguru’s advice. Goosebumps litter his skin, hurriedly walking alongside his friend, practically rushing to the party.
“I feel like I’m going to freeze to death. Why did I take your stupid advice?” Gojo mumbles, head down and hands shoved in his pockets.
“It’s a three minute walk. Relax. You’ll be fine when you get inside.”
“Yeah, that’s if I make it,” he retorts.
Three minutes easily feels like twenty when the cold wind continuously blows across Gojo’s skin, but in the distance he can hear the faint laughter of people and muffled music blaring through speakers. Immediately, he began to regret it. Every step closer felt like a drag.
“We made it!” Suguru said with a smile, walking up the steps of the house, door wide open and the stench of alcohol, sweat and weed immediately knocked him in the face. Gojo stood still for a minute, looking in upon the crowded place. “What?”
“Nothing.” Gojo only now seemed to realize that you could be here tonight. He didn’t take it into consideration, but he feels stupid for knowing this should’ve been his first thought. You always were out, always partying with Toji, plastering it across social media.
He bit the inside of his cheek. Just hours ago both of you had argued with each other. Could he really call it an argument? He wasn’t sure. Either way, it’d be awkward to see you, especially if Toji was clinging to your side, following you around like a lost puppy.
He followed Suguru into the house, making sure to stay close behind otherwise he’d be dragged away in the sea of people. He b-lined it straight for the kitchen, where the drinks were. Two bowls sat on the counter top, one red, one blue. Red solo cups were scattered on the floor and the counter was covered in a sticky mess.
Suguru shoved a cup into Gojo's hand. "Have some."
"I don't drink." Gojo shook his head.
"Right. Well, um," Suguru turned to look around, taking a sip from his cup, "find a girl to talk to, have fun, do something."
"Isn’t that kind of awkward, though?” Gojo gently placed his empty cup down.
“What is?” Suguru’s brows furrowed.
“Just going up to a girl and you know—"
Suguru snickered, shaking his head in disbelief. “You desperately need to get laid. Maybe this is why you’re so tense. I’ll be out there if you need me.” He walked out of the kitchen, disappearing into the crowd of people.
A long sigh left Gojo’s lips, contemplating if he should leave. It’s not like Geto would notice, he’d probably find some girl to take back to his dorm anyway. So, he sat against the counter top, watching as people came and went, grabbing more to drink or as a way to take a break from the crowd. None of them stayed too long. Thankfully, none of them were you. Maybe you weren’t here after all.
Though a familiar face came strolling in, one with a scarred lip and shaggy black hair. Toji. He looked over his shoulder, still speaking to someone out of view. He had two cups in hand, a sleazy smile on his face as he walked up towards the counter.
Gojo felt his eye twitch from just being near Toji. He wanted to desperately say something, anything about you, and let Toji know he wasn’t the only guy you were seeing. He wanted to rub it in his face, boast about it like some kind of victory, but in the end it all just felt bad. From the start, he was never the first choice, so what’s there to brag about. He just wanted to see Toji hurt the same way he did, wanted him to feel the envy and jealousy that he felt—feels.
Gojo stiffens in his spot at the sound of your voice. You walk in, a smile on your face as you look Toji’s way, that’s until you notice him. You stop, eyes widening slightly. So, you are here. Toji turns your way, and immediately you look away from Gojo.
The air feels thick and uncomfortable, and he finds it hard to look away from you, watching as you take the drink from Toji with a smile on your face. Did you ever smile at him like that before?
“Thank you!” You press a kiss to his cheek and Gojo notices the way Toji’s arm wraps around your waist, pulling you in closer, his lips pressing against yours.
Gojo blinks, pulling his gaze away as he clears his throat, looking down at the floor. He winces on the inside, hearing your lips smack against his and the subtle moaning. Did you seriously have to do this right in front of him? He glanced back up again, his eyes meeting yours, but your lips were still on Toji’s. It’s like you were trying to hurt his feelings on purpose, pulling Toji in closer, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Gojo scoffs and suddenly he finds himself building the courage to grab a drink. Taking an empty cups and filling it up, gulping down the mixed drink like it was some medicine to help make you go away, to disappear from him. He hisses at the burning sensation in his throat, face scrunching up, but decides to go back for more.
Suguru was right. Have fun. Find someone to talk to. Let loose. He didn’t need to worry about you of all things. It was the right decision to cut things off with you.
“You staying in here for a bit?” Toji asks.
“Mhm,” you nod, “gonna grab some water and I’ll be right there.”
Toji leaves the kitchen now only leaving you and Gojo alone. He can feel your stare burning through him, fighting the urge not to look at you, nursing the cup in his hand.
“Since when do you go out to parties?” You ask.
“Since today,” he flatly responds. He hears you laugh, but not in comical way, it sounded bitter and dismissive.
“You’re not fooling anyone, Toru.” You blink at him.
“I’m not trying to.” He finally looks at you, eyes narrowed
“Oh, yeah? So you, Gojo Satoru, the most nerdy and introverted guy I know, goes out to parties and likes to drink?” You quirk a brow. “Cut it out.”
“You don’t know me.” The both of you stared at each other in silence, only inches away from each other. “You should get back to your boyfriend.”
A smirk curled at the corners of your mouth. “Still on about that?”
“Well when you’re eating each other’s faces off in front of me I couldn’t help but get that message.” He shrugged. “Why are you even here talking to me?”
“Why not?” You took a sip of your drink.
“Because hours ago you were making me feel like I was in the wrong for what you were doing! Like I was crazy! Like you weren’t messing with my head!” He yelled in a whisper.
“What I was doing?” You questioned. “I told you already, you knew what our deal was.”
“But nothing. You caught feelings and making this out to be some big deal.” You step closer towards him, your knee brushing up against his.
“Sue me for having actual feelings and being a human. But, I knew it wasn’t going to work out, which is why I did what I did today.”
Gojo watches as you place your hand on his chest, staring up at him. His breath hitches, your hand trailing down to his belt. “But you know we aren’t really done, Toru.”
“Stop…don’t…don’t call me that.” He gulps. “I should find myself a girlfriend, right? Your words.”
“I know what I said.” You smirk up at him. “You know, you’re really cute when you’re jealous. You get all flustered, so upset.”
“Stop,” he mumbles under his breath.
“I’m not doing anything.” You smile. He can feel your hand tugging on his belt, your breath on his skin.
“You’re fucking with me. Stop.” He feels heat flush to his cheeks, unable to hold eye contact with you. “You know…how I feel.”
“You’re right,” you sigh, pulling away, “it’s not fair.” You gulp the rest of your drink down. He knows you’re just saying that to mess with him even more, some type of reverse psychology, trying to play hard to get.
“Hey, babe.” Toji walks back into the room. You both turn in his direction and Toji, for the first time, actually seems to notice Gojo. His eyes scan him as he walks up towards you, judging. “Who’s this?” He throws his arm around you.
“My tutor. I told you.” You leaned into Toji, looking up at him.
“Oh, yeah.” Toji stares at Gojo, tongue in cheek. “Nice to meet you.”
Tutor. He was hardly your tutor. God, how are you so casual about this? Like you weren’t just teasing him, trying to get him to fall into your trap again? You were a vixen, playing two games at once. Toji doesn’t know a thing. Completely clueless about what you and Gojo would do late night in his dorm.
“Nice to meet you,” Gojo speaks, pushing his glasses up. He feels his heart pounding against his chest, watching the way you snuggle up to Toji, the way he holds you like you were his. You weren’t. You were far from it.
“What’s your name again?” Toji raises his brows.
“Satoru. Gojo Satoru.” He blinks.
“He’s helped me so much!” You speak up. “Honestly such a great tutor. Helped me pass, so the least I could do was say hi,” you explained, a cheeky smile on your face.
“Yeah…I’ve gotta go.” The grip on his cup tightens as he steps out of the kitchen, the music growing louder the deeper he steps into the crowd. He doesn’t look back, his eyes searching the crowd for someone, anyone. His head feels like it’s spinning, his nerves wired.
He’s standing there, in a crowd of people, adrenaline pumping. He feels lost, completely out of it. Music blares in his ears but he can’t make out a single word. He sees Suguru across the room talking to a random girl, going unnoticed by him. He sees you, dancing on Toji, also going unnoticed by you.
“Hey, are you okay?” A voice breaks through the mass of static and muffled noises.
Gojo swiftly turns, eyes landing upon a girl. Someone he hasn’t seen before. He doesn’t know her, but the look in her eye makes him feel seen and comfortable. “Huh?”
“I asked if you’re okay?” She giggled. “You look lost.”
“Oh, yeah…um…I’m fine.” He nods.
“Are you sure?” She questions. Gojo nods. “Well, can we dance?” She grabs his hand, tugging at it.
“Dance? With me?” Gojo points to himself, practically in disbelief.
“Yes!” She laughs. “I’m Mina, by the way. You looked a little lost so I just thought a dance would help.”
Gojo finds himself smiling. “I’m Satoru.” He nods.
Mina places her hands on Gojo’s shoulders, closing the distance between them, her hips moving dangerously close to his. Instinctively, he finds his hands on her hips, following her rhythm. She turns, back against his chest, grinding her ass against him. He feels his breath catch in his throat, gripping her hips tighter.
“Having fun yet?” She looks up at him.
“Y-yeah.” He nods. She giggles, spinning back around to face him. He couldn’t help but stare at her lips, shiny and plump, so kissable. Would it be wrong for him to ask? Is that what he’s supposed to do? Ask? Or do guys just usually go for it? It’d be rude, no?
“You’re cute, you know.” Gojo’s eyes snap back to hers, thick lashes blinking at him. “I know you want to kiss me.”
“I…no…I didn’t,” he awkwardly chuckles.
“You were staring,” she states. “That’s okay, I was too.” She slowly leans in, locking lips with Gojo, moving slowly against him. He’s shocked at first, eyes open, ready to pull away, but he melts into the kiss, the feeling on her body pressed against him, and how soft her lips were. His eyes flutter shut, kissing her back.
This time, he doesn’t feel your burning hot stare, he doesn’t notice the way you completely disregard Toji, instead watching as he kissed some girl he just met. You laugh to yourself. He was doing this out of spite. You know he’s not like that. The drinking, the partying, and now kissing.
The small amount of alcohol gave him liquid courage, you were sure of it. He’d regret this by tomorrow morning, and he’d come crawling back to you within a week. But the way he deepens the kiss, the way his hands grip onto her waist, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, made your jaw clench.
Both of them pulled away, Mina smiling up at him, continuing to dance. She spun around, pressing back against him. Gojo glanced up, catching your eyes, low and dark. While he danced with Mina, you danced with Toji, yet neither of you could look away.
From then on, he knew from the look in your eyes, you wouldn’t let him rest.
