Crush!Gojo x F!reader
This will contain: Extreme angst, unrequited love, heartbreak, emotional manipulation, âthe other woman,â abandonment, crying, depression, no happy ending,
You're always the other woman
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The mochi box is warm in your hands, the kikufuku inside still soft from the oven you slaved over at 3 a.m. because you couldnât sleep. The bracelet is cool against your wristâa thin silver chain with an infinity charm you found in Harajuku, the one you told yourself was perfect for Satoru Gojo, the boy who says âinfinityâ like itâs a promise. Youâre seventeen, heart hammering so loud you swear the entire hallway can hear it as you round the corner toward the common room.
Youâve rehearsed this a hundred times. âSatoru, I baked these for you. And⊠I really like you. Will you go out with me?â Simple. Brave. Terrifying.
Getoâs words echo in your head from last night on the rooftop: âHe likes you, Y/N. Heâs just Satoru. Give him a push.â
You turn the corner.
And the world ends.
Heâs thereâtall, white-haired, blindfold pushed up, mouth on some girl you donât know. Her legs are around his waist, his hands in her hair, her fingers clutching his shirt like she owns him. The moan she makes is soft, intimate, the kind of sound youâve only ever dreamed heâd make for you.
The mochi box slips.
It hits the floor with a wet splat, cream exploding across the tiles like a crime scene. The bracelet follows, clattering, the infinity charm spinning uselessly before it stills.
You donât scream. You donât cry. You just break.
Getoâs voiceââY/N!ââbut youâre already running, sneakers squeaking, vision blurring, lungs burning as you bolt through the gates, past the torii, into the city. You donât stop until youâre home, door locked, sliding down the wall, the sobs finally ripping freeâugly, guttural, your knees to your chest as you rock.
Behind you, in the hallway:
Gojo pulls back from the girl, frowning at the commotion. âHey, what was that about?â
She hums, nipping his jaw. âProbably one of your admirers being heartbroken.â
He laughsâlaughsâand dives back in, mouth on hers, hands wandering. âPoor thing,â he murmurs against her lips, already forgetting.
Youâre eighteen, a third-year, and youâve mastered the art of avoidance. You sit at the back of class, eat lunch alone, train until your muscles scream. Gojo noticesâof course he doesâbut he doesnât understand. He corners you in the library one day, blindfold off, eyes wide and confused.
âY/N! Whereâve you been? I miss my favorite girl.â
You smile, tight. âBusy.â
He pouts, leaning on your table. âCâmon, letâs hang out. Like old times.â
You want to scream. Old times? When you held my hand and called me pretty and made me believe I was special?
Instead, you say, âI have a mission.â
He frowns, but lets it go. You donât see the way he watches you leave, the way his fingers twitch like he wants to reach out.
Geto finds you later, eyes dark. âHe asked me where you were. I told him to fuck off.â
You laugh, hollow. âThanks.â
Itâs spring, cherry blossoms drifting like snow. Youâre nineteen, and youâre tired. Tired of hoping, tired of waiting for him to see you. Getoâs words from months ago still ring: âHeâs scared. Just tell him.â
So you do.
You find him on the rooftop, blindfold off, staring at the sky. You baked againâkikufuku, because youâre a masochist. The bracelet is in your pocket, the same one you fished out of the trash a year ago, cleaned and polished like it could erase the memory.
âSatoru,â you say, voice steady. âI need to tell you something.â
He turns, grinning. âShoot.â
You take a breath. âIâve liked you for years. More than friends. I know you flirt with everyone, but I thought⊠maybe I was different. So Iâm askingâwill you go out with me?â
The silence is deafening.
His eyes widen, then soften, and for one heartbreaking second, you thinkâyes.
Then he laughs. Not cruel, just⊠confused. âY/N, youâre my best friend. I donât⊠I donât see you like that.â
Your heart stops.
âBut Geto saidââ
âGetoâs wrong,â he says gently, like heâs letting a child down. âI love you, but not⊠not like that.â
You nod, numb. âOkay.â
You leave the mochi on the ledge. The bracelet stays in your pocket.
Youâre walking to the dorms later that night, when you see itâGojo, pressed against the vending machine, kissing another girl. Different from the first, but the same scene: hands in her hair, her legs around him, his mouth devouring hers like sheâs oxygen.
You donât run this time. You just stand there, the weight of it crushing you.
You were never the first. You were never even second. You were the other womanâthe safe one, the friend, the one he kept on the shelf while he chased everyone else.
You go home. Pack a bag. One duffel, your essentials, the jar of origami cranes he gave you over the yearsââYouâre my favoriteâ written on every single one.
You message Geto:
âHey. Iâm leaving Tokyo for good. I appreciate our friendship so muchâyou were always my best friend. I love you, Suguru.â
You turn off your phone. Disconnect it. Vanish.
The next morning, Gojo bounces into the common room, blindfold off, grinning. âWhereâs Y/N? Sheâs late.â
Getoâs there, eyes red, face hollow. He hasnât slept.
Gojo frowns. âDude, you okay?â
Geto turns, and the look he gives Gojo is pure venom. âYou couldnât keep it in your pants, could you, Gojo?â
Gojo blinks. âWoah, calm down, why the last nameââ
âYour fault,â Geto spits. âY/Nâs gone. Apartment cleared out. Dorm empty. She left because of you.â
Gojo freezes. âWhat?â
Geto shoves past him, shoulder-checking him hard. âFigure it out, asshole.â
Gojo stands there, the grin gone, the mochi from yesterday still on the ledge, uneaten.
Youâre twenty-five, living in Osaka under a new name, a low-grade sorcerer with a quiet life (You had so much potential). You cut your hair, changed your style, buried the past. You donât bake kikufuku anymore. You donât wear infinity charms.
Youâre at a cafĂ© when you see him.
Heâs taller, if possible, hair still white, but his eyesâthose eyesâare older. He spots you across the room, and for a second, you think he wonât recognize you.
He does.
âY/N,â he breathes, crossing the room in three strides. âItâs you.â
You stand, bag in hand. âHi, Gojo.â
He reaches for you, but you step back. âIâm so sorry,â he says, voice cracking. âI didnât knowâI didnât see. Geto told me everything. The mochi, the bracelet, the girl⊠I was an idiot. I liked you, I justâ I didnât know how toââ
You smile, small and sad. âItâs okay, Gojo.â
He flinches at the last name.
âI was always the other woman,â you say, voice steady. âEven when I was your best friend. You never saw me. Not really.â
You turn to leave.
âWaitââ he grabs your wrist, desperate. âPlease. Let me make it right.â
You pull free. âSome things canât be fixed.â
You walk out. He doesnât follow.
You never see him again.
Word count 6000+
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