#askpeach

SATORU’S WEAKNESS:

Being in a relationship with Gojo Satoru came with many things, including the burdens he carries as the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer. The longer you two were together the more his enemies started viewing you as a target that they could use against him. Gojo didn't have a weakness that they could easily strike but you were fresh prey dangled in front of a pack of wild animals and they were hungry to kill.

Of course, you were aware of this. You tried your best to ignore this newfound threat that constantly loomed over your head. Satoru insisted that no matter what happened, he would always be there to protect you, but you still found yourself in precarious situations that reminded you of how easily someone could harm you.

"So, this is Gojo's little plaything?" the man questioned.

He was wearing traditional clothing, a kimono over a white buttoned up shirt. His features were strangely striking, not necessarily handsome, but those sharp eyes held your own as he slowly approached you. The room suddenly felt smaller, the walls closing in every time Naoya took a step towards you. When he looked down at you, it was with every intention of making you feel less than.

"I'm surprised he hasn't rid himself of you yet. However, it seems that he does have good taste, you're quite pretty..."

You swallowed hard, immediately averting your gaze. You cleared your throat as you casually tried to walk around him, a soft "excuse me," escaping your lips but you trembled over your words and Naoya could hear the intimidation in your voice. He swiftly lifted his hand up, gripping onto your elbow before subtly positioning you back in front of him.

"I was waiting for you to introduce yourself," he demanded, his fingers still firmly holding your elbow but you could feel his thumb rubbing a soft circle on your arm, the glint in his eye indicating that he was absolutely enjoying touching something that wasn't his. He narrowed his stare, noticing the way your chest rose and fell as your breath increased.

"It seems like you already know who I am, so there's no need for any introduction," you bitterly replied, drawing your elbow away from him as you stared at him from under your lashes with cold eyes. You were on edge but tried your best not to let it show. You couldn't give this man any reason to take advantage of you, but knew that your response did something with the way he quirked his brow.

"Don't be rude. Weren't you taught any manners when you were younger?" he questioned, closing the very small gap of space that separated you both. You could smell his strong cologne, the scent intoxicating enough to make your head spin.

"I guess not, huh? Typical of your type really, you weren't raised in the right environment to understand what it means to be polite..." he continued, his index finger reaching for your neck and you flinched feeling him trace your skin. A grin spread across his lips, his hands motioning over the curve of your shoulder. "But I am sure that mouth of yours is being put to much better use anyway..."

Your spine stiffened at his comment, your stomach turned from the way his stare transitioned from that of intrigue to desire. You've had these moments with men before, noticing how their lustful appetite took over once they planted a single thought in their own mind. However, you were frozen, unable to stop him and losing your voice in the process to call out for help. You were scared and he could easily overpower you.

"I can't deny I am curious about the woman who stole Gojo Satoru's heart..." he admitted, his hand brushing up and down your arm, making your skin burn.

He curled his fingers around you, gripping onto you with strength as he attempted to lean his face closer to yours. You had no idea what he was planning on doing but noticed a shift in his expression as his eyes widened with surprise.

"Didn't you know that curiosity killed the cat?" a voice behind him questioned, a wave of relief rushing over you when you glanced to see who it was, immediately recognizing your boyfriend.

Gojo's slender fingers gripped the back of Naoya's shirt and he pulled him away from you with incredible strength causing Naoya to stumbled over his footing as he backed away. Gojo found his place standing protectively in front of you, his expression flat and his jaw tense. He brought his hand to your waist holding you closely into his frame, the ease in your eyes giving him a reason to respond with a soft smile.

"Sorry, I took so long," he stated, noticing your shaking hands hold onto his arms as you finally exhaled.

You didn't even realize that you had stopped breathing.

"Tsk, pathetic..." Naoya muttered, watching you both with disgust.

Gojo straightened his back, his smile flattening into a straight line as he turned to face him. He casually walked towards Naoya, backing him up against the the wall before lifting his blindfold and revealing one of his fiery blue eyes.

"Is there something you want to say to me? Or are you just looking to pick a fight?" Gojo questioned, before fully removing his blindfold and reaching back for the collar of Naoya's shirt. "To think you would have the audacity to touch her in my presence...you're either the stupidest man alive, or completely full of shit."

You could see it, the slight fear in Naoya's eyes when Gojo spoke to him but you could tell the man had pride. He swallowed hard, puffing his chest out slightly to counter Gojo's threat, his face hardening before he replied, "you will speak to me with a little more respect-"

Gojo's hand was around his throat before he could even finish the sentence, his voice lowering as a sinister smile spread across his face. "Respect, huh? Coming from the man who showed absolutely no decency just a few seconds ago," he tightened his grip, pressing Naoya's body further into the wall and causing the paint crack.

"You forget that I can end you in a matter of seconds, Naoya..."

"Satoru," you spoke, tugging at his jacket before allowing things to escalate further. Your heart was racing but you wanted nothing more than to just get out of here and leave all this behind. "Let's just go, please..."

Gojo could see Naoya struggling against his grip but he was doing little to fight back. Probably because he didn't want to make a scene or maybe because his senses finally got knocked back into him. Gojo loosened his grip as the man fell to his knees, before kicking his chest and planting his boot on his sternum.

Gojo casually tied his blindfold back on, adding more pressure on his foot as he looked down at Naoya and flashed him a broad smile. "You'll forever be grateful to her, Naoya, because she just saved your life. If I ever see you so much as blink in her direction, I'll send your body back to your family in bits. Do I make myself clear?"

Naoya responded with a grunt but Gojo still refused to move. You reached for his arm, but he raised his hand in your direction indicating you to wait.

"Satoru..." you begged, your nerves getting the better of you.

"Before we leave he should apologize..." the sorcerer replied, his mocking tone infuriating Naoya who was still pinned against the floor.

"I have nothing to apologize for," the man grumbled but instantly regretted it when Gojo dug deeper into his chest.

"Apologize," your boyfriend commanded, in a tone that even made you tremble.

"Ugh," Naoya groaned, the pressure against his chest almost unbearable now, hindering his breathing as he struggled under Gojo's weight. "whatever, sorry..."

Gojo finally lifted up his leg, taking your hand in his as he gave it a soft squeeze.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" he teased, before turning his attention to you. "Let's go, angel."

Naoya watched as the two of you walked out the door, grimacing with annoyance and embarrassment with what he just endured.