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you never blamed him or confronted him about his time management. you understood that he had a duty to the jujutsu world. he couldn’t prioritize your relationship above work and that was something he was very upfront about when you began to see each other, and you had agreed to it.

that’s why it didn’t bother you when gojo couldn’t make it the little weekend getaway trip with your friends that you had invited him to.

you knew he was busy.

***

satoru gojo was busy.

he was so busy that he barely got three hours of sleep a night. between meetings, missions, and his students, he hardly had time for himself, let alone his girlfriend. while she was away on what gojo assumed was going to be a fun and relaxing trip, he was stuck here dealing with this shitty special grade curse.

he couldn’t even be happy when he finished his mission faster than he had expected. did the universe hate him? the stars were surely having a laugh at his expense. he had turned down his girlfriend’s offer specifically because of this mission and it was over that fast? he scoffs, irritated as he enters jujutsu high’s perimeter.

his irritation is further inflamed when he sees mei mei in his path. christ, not now. could he still get away? maybe he could just use his limitless, teleport away and pretend he never saw her?

“satoru,” mei mei smiles at him and gojo’s hopes of escape die.

fuck.

gojo groans inwardly, walking towards the woman. a not quite friendly smile is on his face, his desire to be elsewhere obvious. mei mei was a smart, observant woman who could read body language, but gojo hoped she could see the truth of exhaustion waving over his body.

it was just too bad that mei mei never cared about what gojo wanted.

“done so fast?” mei mei asks softly, stepping closer to gojo. he could smell her vanilla perfume, subtle yet elegant. perfectly fitting for how expensive it probably was.

“yep. i was just calling it a night,” he says in a clipped tone. all he wanted was you but you weren’t here. you were on your stupid trip, miles away from him. he considered showing up anyway, but he didn’t want to look even more inconsistent to your friends. he didn’t want you to have to explain why he was now available. he knew you hated lying, especially about his job.

so gojo was going to have to settle for his bed, alone. but at least it was big and soft and waiting for him. if he could just get past mei mei. shit, was she saying? he had forgot to listen.

“— for another payment,” she was saying. mei mei pauses, her lips quirking up, “are you listening, satoru?” she asks, amused.

“not really, no,” he admits. he had no problem making his boredom with the conversation clear. it was getting late and his body ached from all the training and missions his schedule was filled with. he needed a goddamn vacation.

or maybe just a quick fuck.

damn it.

mei mei places a hand on gojo’s forearm, just above his infinity. her white, manicured nails catch the light of a nearby lamppost. she gives him a soft, understanding smile. she knew what it was like to be a jujutsu sorcerer, to be worked like a dog. maybe she didn’t fully understand gojo’s particular situation, but still. that was the whole reason mei mei had chosen to go independent, to make a profit out of her skills. gojo couldn’t respect that in good faith, knowing that saving lives should be more important than any selfish, worldly desires, but he could understand it. besides, it’s not like she was the strongest or anything. it wasn’t her that jujutsu society relied on. she didn’t deserve his bitterness for something out of her hands. for being able to have a choice.

he brushes her hand off. he didn’t want her comfort.

but mei mei steps closer, invading his personal space. she gives him that sultry, gentle look that she saves for moments like this. for when she has her eye on something she wants and is afraid that if she’s too loud, too bold, that she’ll scare it away. it was a calculated act that gojo was all too familiar with.

gojo’s played this dance with her before. he’s rejected her advances dozens of times, waving her off with disinterest. he knows mei mei’s interest isn’t genuine. she wants him because he’s a gojo. a rich, expensive man that she wants to sample. the strongest. it’s a silent bragging right, something that she wants to know that she was able to afford— able to have.

“how about a drink?” mei mei asks. they both knew that gojo didn’t drink.

“no. mei mei, just—” gojo shakes his head, fingers rubbing his temples. god give him strength. “not tonight, alright? maybe another time,” he says.

he thinks of you, far away. he wonders if you’re laughing with your friends right now, enjoying your weekend off. you had been busy this week too, preparing lessons for your elementary students.

there’s a gnawing guilt lingering in the back of gojo’s mind. he had been dating you for months, but no one knew about you. it was a safety thing. you were a mere human, unable to protect yourself from his world and gojo wasn’t able to always be with you. he couldn’t risk the higher ups or god forbid a sentient cursed spirit finding out about you. or even worse, the gojo clan. he shudders at the thought.

and he definitely didn’t trust mei mei to not use something like that as blackmail, either. she was a friend, but he knew that she could be bought for the right price.

it would have been so easy to use you as excuse, to say sorry, i have a girlfriend, but he couldn’t. he didn’t. you were his greatest secret: a woman. you were the only thing that he had to himself and he needed to protect you in the only way that he could.

he wouldn’t allow mei mei to get even a whiff of you.

mei mei pouts, an expression that looks unnatural on her. it didn’t suit her at all, not when gojo knew that she was a calm, calculative woman who would do anything to get what she wanted.

“aw, you’re no fun,” she teases him. “i’ll even get you one of those shirley temples that you’re so fond of.”

“i’ve had a long day and an even earlier one tomorrow,” gojo says, rubbing the back of his neck and feigning a yawn. he was tired but he was really laying it on thick.

“don’t be like that. it’s not like you have someone waiting for you, right?” mei mei asks innocently, tilting her head. she was fishing for a reaction, information to tuck away for later.

gojo shrugs, laughing lightly. “you think i got time for a girl? there hasn’t been anyone, not since suguru,” gojo lies.

“really?”

“what? is it so hard to believe that a man like me is single?” he raises an eyebrow. did she know something?

mei mei fixes her hair, gently pushing it to the side. she wasn’t wearing her usual uniform. it was too hot, the middle of summer. she was wearing a low cut top to match her tight, fitted pants; a perfectly appropriate outfit for a jujutsu sorcerer. except, mei mei’s cleavage is on display, a perfect valley of temptation. she had recently gotten them done, a present to herself after a rather expensive mission.

gojo almost rolls his eyes at the obvious attempt of seduction. she was going to have to do better than that. there wasn’t a woman who held a candle to you. he hadn’t been interested in mei mei when he was a student at jujutsu high and he definitely wasn’t interested now.

“i’ve heard rumors. apparently, the satoru gojo has been spending all of his almost nonexistent free time off campus. people talk, satoru,” mei mei says slowly.

“i didn’t know everyone was privy to my personal life,” he says, dismissive. inwardly, he was relieved. she doesn’t know. she doesn’t know shit.

mei mei’s eyes glitter with something akin to mischief. she beckons him forward with her finger.

gojo frowns, unsure where this was going. he had a bad feeling and he prayed that he hadn’t jinxed it.

gojo obeys until he’s at eye level with her. he was curious as to what she was going to say. mei mei was a very forward woman.

mei mei leans forward until her mouth is at gojo’s ear. he can feel her breath tickling his skin.

“what about the pretty school teacher you visited last week?” mei mei whispers softly.

gojo’s heart stutters, his eyes widening in panic. he quickly schools his expression, glad that mei mei narrowly misses seeing it as she pulls back, eyes watching him.

“are you stalking me now? if you wanted my attention that badly, you could’ve just said,” gojo says, trying to keep his voice neutral. his control of his composure was slipping with every second. how the fuck did she know about you?

“i have my sources,” mei mei says in that infuriating calm tone of hers.

gojo furrows his eyebrows, his lips pressing into a firm line. if someone was following him, that was a problem. he didn’t remember feeling anyone’s eyes on him. he was a cautious and careful man who always had his infinity on for this exact reason. when exactly had gojo began to let his guard down?

“why would a jujutsu sorcerer be meeting a regular human on his off day?” she presses on, innocently. “there’s no reason other than her being your woman.”

“what, a guy can’t talk to an attractive woman anymore? it doesn’t mean she’s my woman,” gojo scoffs, waving dismissively with his hands. gojo couldn’t afford to worry about his tail now; you were his priority. “i said i was single, not celibate.”

mei mei hums, considering.

she studies him and for once, gojo thinks his impeccable poker face may not be enough. how could it when all he could think about was how much he worried for you?

“i don’t believe you,” she whispers.

fuck. gojo needed her to believe him. there was no way he could let mei mei leave tonight thinking that there was a possibility that you were gojo’s. he would not risk you. it was bad enough that she knew about you, but that was out of his hands now. the best he could hope for was to convince her that you were nothing, a one night stand.

“you want proof?” gojo asks, his voice dangerously low. a shadow falls over her face, as he steps closer, towering over her.

“you can’t prove a negative.”

“can’t i?”

gojo would do anything for you.

he kisses her.

it’s rough and aggressive and angry. gojo grips her head firmly as his tongue slips into her mouth. he can practically taste her vanilla scent as she pulls him close now that his infinity was off. her fingers tug at his white hair and he can feel her nails grazing his scalp.

gojo groans into her, wrapping an arm around mei mei’s waist and slipping a leg between her thighs. he can feel her chest heaving against his body and he wonders if she can feel how fast his heart was beating not with desire, but with a sense of impending doom. did she know that his thoughts were consumed by guilt? consumed by you?

mei mei moans and gojo can’t help but chuckle darkly. of course she didn’t.

“would i kiss you like this if i was in love with another woman?” gojo demands harshly. the lie tugs at his core, but he ignores it.

“what does she mean to you then?” mei mei asks between kisses.

“nothing,” gojo answers, as if mei mei had the right to ask him about you. as if she was the one who was being wronged tonight. “she means nothing to me.”

he pulls away and fights the urge to wipe his lips childishly. instead, he smirks.

“so… what was that about buying me a shirley temple?”

***

gojo hated the feeling of another woman’s hands on him. he hated the way her body moved against his, hated the way her bed creaked under them. and most of all, he hated the moan that slipped out of his mouth as mei mei clenched around his cock.

he grits his teeth, irritated at the thought of giving her the satisfaction of his pleasure. it’s not like it was because of her specifically; it was a natural reaction, biology. any normal, healthy man would have reacted the same way. it was just sex.

just a quick fuck.

gojo thrusts into mei mei, his hands holding onto her hips as he took her. she was on her back, with her legs spread for him as she gripped the sheets.

mei mei’s moans are sultry and breathless and wrong. they were too high pitched, too lewd, and too perfect. it was a performance from a woman who was used to having sex and knew exactly how to please a man.

it was bullshit.

gojo didn’t want perfect. he didn’t want this charade, this orchestrated version of sex. he wanted his girl. he wanted you.

he wanted your ill timed giggles, your sharp gasps whenever his cock went deeper, your beautiful, whiny moans. he wanted your hear your voice, the way you’d cry out for him, so pathetically needy for him. he wanted to hear you recite the things you read in your stupid romance books and thought were hot. you never put on a act, never tried to be anything but what you were and that was everything gojo wanted. you were everything gojo wanted.

he loves you and he’s sorry. he’s so fucking sorry. he never wanted to betray you like this, to hurt you like this. every thrust into mei mei’s welcoming cunt is another stab to his heart, but gojo doesn’t stop. he doesn’t shy away from the hurt. he doesn’t let himself disassociate or pretend like he’s not commiting a carnal sin against you.

he chose this. he made his bed and he would lay in it.

he slams into her, dodging her kiss and burying his face in the crook of her neck. her sweet scent that would be enticing to any other man is just bittersweet to him.

“harder, satoru,” mei mei’s nails scrap his back as she moans wantonly.

he could almost imagine it was you underneath him, your pretty face filled with ecstasy as he fucked you.

he lets one hand wander to her tits, an experimental squeeze. they were firm and nothing like your soft, full tits that he loved to worship.

god, he couldn’t stop comparing her to you, finding all the differences between both of you. it felt sadistic, to think of all the ways she failed to measure up to you as he fucked her, but it was the only way he could stay sane.

he thinks of you.

***

afterwards, gojo finds himself in some hole in the wall bar a little away from his place. it’s only when the bartender slides his very much not-shirley-temple-drink across the counter to him, that he realizes he forgot to call you after the mission like he promised.

he’ll call you tomorrow, he vows.

tonight, he was doing to do something that he never does.

he drinks his shitty beer.