#distracted.writes

It kind of annoys him when some one-night stand he maybe said he’d see again is getting pissy about him hanging out with another chick. It’s not like he promised to stop seeing other people. Right, He’s not disloyal. He just never promised to restrict himself to one person in the first place.

It’s just, no-one strikes his fancy. No-one interests him. All these girls are the same, they take one look at him and come running. And shit, that’s not even limited to chicks.

His entire life, Gojo has been treated by those around him like he's God’s gift. Hell, some even refer to him as a God in his own right. He knows he's special, a head above everyone else, and that’s why they all want him.

Gojo had just assumed you were the same as the rest the day you met at that bar. The sex was good sure, but you stunned him with conversation that was unlike anything else he’d had before. How many times has he had to sit through the same old shit about some chick’s piece of shit friends he’s convinced she only sticks around with just so she has something to complain about later, since her life is so otherwise boring. How many times as he had to listen to the same old disingenuous compliments that thinly veil some ulterior motive. He knows he’s attractive. He knows he’s powerful. What he also knows is, is that those are the only things that they care about. What about the other qualities of Gojo Satoru, huh?

But you were different. You asked him about him, and took interest in what he felt. You wanted to know about his life, mundane stuff included. You asked about the kids he taught at his school, the movies he liked, guilty pleasure ones included. You entertained his pranks and jokes. Took interest in what he liked, what he thought.

Gojo would fall for someone who made him feel like a regular person, not like some valuable prize to be obtained, or some powerful God to bow before. Someone he can joke around with, for real. Someone who’d do one of those ugly snort laughs, and not be embarrassed cause fuck I fucked up in front of Gojo. He just wants sincerity, someone who lets the walls down and acts like a human in front of him. Because that makes him feel human too.

And that’s why he fell so hard. Stopped seeing the other chicks. He felt like something real could come out of this, real care and real love. You made him fantasize about normalcy. He didn’t know he could settle for just being a normal person and live life how he wanted before you showed him he could just be a human, and not settle for some revered destiny carved for him by those who saw him as a god.

That’s why he put more effort into asking you out for real than he had put into plenty of undertakings he’d attempted in his life before, barring some particular sorcery incidents.

But before he could do it, he saw you with that other guy. And when he confronted you, you just blinked, because, this was never meant to be anything serious anyways. You’d heard that he was the kind of guy to play with women’s hearts, and that’s why you never got too attached. Gojo was just another guy to fuck around with, who you’d already ruled yourself out from getting attached to. 

For once in his life, Gojo was treated like the dispensable one.

You broke things off for real because while you knew he was starting to get attached, you had heard so much about what he was like. A good fuck, but a player. You didn’t want to end up with your feelings getting hurt.

Gojo had never experienced that kind of rejection in his life before, and it shook him, made him miserable. Even his students picked up on it. Of all the women that would come to him in fleets, the one he truly wanted thought so little of him. It was a cruel joke, really. From then on he didn’t really know what to do with himself. He could continue pursuing you but what would that achieve other than creeping you out. You broke it off because you thought he was getting clingy in the first place.

He toyed with the idea of letting it stew, and swearing off other women until he could show you he had changed, and that he was willing to start acting right. But you were with that other guy now, and Gojo didn’t know how long he’d have to wait for.

And so he reverted, chasing countless women who vaguely resembled you, just so he could think for even a second it was your (h/c) hair brushing at his chin, that it was you who lay in his arms in that hotel bed. 

But it never was, and he’d fucked up again because he wanted to be better, to be the person you’d want. But he’d do the same thing he always would, in a miserable, infinite cycle.