#gojohime

The white haired man giggled, actually giggled, in front of his face. “What a shame. But don’t worry, we’ll be sleeping at her place.” 

Sukuna hummed at the reminder. That blue eyed buffoon wasn’t wrong. You had invited him and his crew to sleep at your mansion, no matter how awkward it would be.  

He screwed his eyes shut at the thought of the condom box in his bag, praying to anybody listening that his thoughts didn’t go to that. 

“Yeah, I know. You’ve reminded me like ten times since we landed.” Sukuna grumbled. 

He really regretted bringing Gojo with him. 

“So, you’re driving for her?” Gojo asked, a smug grin on his lips.

Sukuna glared at him, giving a tired nod before snapping at him. “Don’t you have something else to do? Literally anything else?” 

“I second that.” A rough yet delicate voice called out. 

Both guys turned their heads, coming face to face with a black haired woman with a crew of like three people behind her.

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, turning back to Gojo with a curious look.

The white haired man was practically red, whether it be from awkwardness or embarrassment. 

“Oh, great, you’re here.” Satoru grumbled. 

“I’m Utahime.” She finally introduced herself, shaking Sukuna’s hand. “I’m your girl’s publicist. And before you say anything, I was on vacation with my partner when everything went down.” 

Sukuna couldn’t help the amused smirk on his face, finally seeing Satoru Gojo be embarrassed. 

“What’s this with you two?” Ryomen gestured between the two of them. 

Satoru cleared his throat, tugging at the collar of his jacket. “We dated.” 

“Dating is an overstatement.” Utahime cut in. “This asshat was just a NASCAR driver when we met.” 

“She broke up with me.” Gojo finally admitted. “I’ll…You know what? I’ll let you two talk.” He murmured, pushing the camera away from him as he sped away. 

“What’s with the camera?” Utahime looked up at Sukuna’s words.

“Our popstar loves to do a ‘making of’ vlog of every music video she’s done.” 

At that, you finally appeared, a bathrobe draped over your body. The pink wig you were was finally styled, blown out to highlight your face. 

You approached Sukuna with an awkward smile. “Hey.” You mumbled softly. 

Sukuna paused, eyes falling on you. His breath stuttered, and he could feel his hands moisten as he glanced up at your hair. “Hi.” He stuttered out. 

You blinked up at him, feeling your heart constrict. 

After months of being apart, here he was, like nothing had happened. 

This was what you needed. Everybody around you was freaking out about the tape, but Ryomen tethered you down, like a rock in water. You knew he was probably ten times more stressed than anybody else, but he didn’t let you see that.

That’s why you loved him. He was always there for you. 

You cleared your throat, pushing that thought away. “Ready to ride?” 

Sukuna raised his eyebrows, nodding abruptly. “Yeah, whenever you want, princess.” 

You blushed at that, walking away with Utahime and the crew. 

Sukuna kept staring as you walked away, lip between his teeth. 

“Fuck.” He quietly cursed under his breath, rubbing his nose in frustration. 

“You okay man?” Suguru called out, standing beside him and crossing his arms. 

Ryomen nodded, sighing. “I’m screwed, man. I don’t know what to do.” He admitted gruffly. “She’s just…no matter what I do, we just end up gravitating back to each other.” 

Suguru nodded, adjusting his glasses. “Then stop pulling away. Embrace it. She sure has.” 

“It’s not that easy. I…I broke up with her because I didn’t want to hurt her. I let things get to my head. I doubted myself and I didn’t want her to doubt me too.” Sukuna scoffed at his own words, biting the inside of his cheek.

“That’s not a decision you make for her.” Geto noted. “Look, the lives we live are tough. We got eyes on us. At all times. We can’t be the wild spirits we so wish.” Geto took a sip of his drink, holding it out to Sukuna. “You don’t think it’s hard to be dating the most popular F1 driver? Even more that nobody knows we’re not dating?” Suguru frowned.

“Satoru’s entire popularity stands on his fan girls and his talent. If they know he’s dating me, he’ll lose like half his fan base.” 

Sukuna stayed quiet at that, pondering. “I guess you’re right. Me and her, we didn’t have anything to lose when we were together. You do.” 

Suguru shrugged. “It’s nothing man, I’ve had to talk plenty of singers out of self sabotage, it’s my signature.” 

Ryomen smirked at that, patting the man’s shoulder. “Thanks, I’ll…I’ll try with her again, I guess. Hopefully she’ll take me back. This whole…situation is fucked up, but that doesn’t mean that no good can come out of it.” 

Suguru chuckled, clapping his hands. “That’s the spirit, man. Now go out there, and be careful with the car, it’s a rental.” 

Sukuna did a captain salute and walked back to you. 

“So, we’re filming the music video right now. We have two race car drivers here, and I’ll be the passenger princess.” You announced to the camera, sighing in relief as Utahime excused the crew. 

“You were so right, girl, I get you now.” Utahime whispered, glancing at the approaching Sukuna. You chuckled at her bluntness, carefully walking with the high heels. “He has a certain charm.”

“Ladies.” Sukuna called out. 

Utahime snickered like a teenager, holding the pitch black helmet that he was supposed to wear. 

You looked up at him, a polite smile on your lips before your eyes fell back on a retreating Geto. 

“All good? You were talking with Suguru for a while.” You asked with a frown, grabbing the helmet from Utahime. 

Sukuna pursed his lips, glancing at where you just were. “Oh, that. Yeah, everything’s peachy.” 

Utahime hummed. “The director’s by the car, Sukuna, he’ll instruct you on the shots and everything else.” 

Ryomen nodded, looking at the long street that was reserved for the shoot. Right, this was for a music video.

“Great, thank you.” He said, grabbing the helmet and putting it on. 

You stayed beside him, the black lace dress you wore accentuating everything perfectly but the heels were horrifying. 

You told Utahime that stilettos weren’t your style, but they were a necessity for the whole sexy look.

You were afraid to twist an ankle, but you had to admit that the shoes were divine. 

Sukuna slid the visor up the helmet so he could see better. He peered down at your feet, raising an eyebrow. 

“I thought you were more of a sneakers type of girl.” He taunted slightly.

You hummed, raising an eyebrow. “I changed my mind. Not that you would know that.” You deadpanned. 

Sukuna frowned, huffing as he approached you and scooped you up. 

You let out a soft yelp, holding onto his shoulder. “What are you doing!” 

Sukuna smiled under the helmet, carrying you to the car. “What kind of guest star would I be if I let the popstar hurt herself cause of some dumb heels?” 

 You pouted softly, crossing your arms. “I can walk in heels, you know?” 

Sukune let out a noise of disagreement. “Last time I saw you walk in heels, you stabbed me.” 

“I didn’t stab you, I stepped on you.” 

“It’s a stabbing, it penetrated skin.” Sukune retorted.

You couldn’t help the laughter that escaped your lips.

Sukuna’s eyes lit up at that, your laughter feeling like a shot of adrenaline to his body. 

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It was the last take before the end of the shoot. 

The two of you sat in the black Lamborghini, quietly waiting for the queue to go. 

The shoot had been thrilling. It reminded you of your first date with Sukuna. The wind in your hair, his hand on your lap, the speed he was going at. It all eased your nerves. It made you forget about the leak, the paparazzi, reality. 

Just you and Sukuna, together again. 

But you knew that you couldn’t be so close to him again, not after the break up.

His finger tapped against the car wheel, head tipped back. “…I’d…I'd like to apologize for everything, princess.” He finally spoke up.

You froze, glancing at him. “I don’t want to talk about this here.” You said dryly. 

Ryomen nodded. “I figured. That’s…That’s why I’d like to ask you out? Maybe we can go eat at a restaurant in Manhattan or something. My treat.” 

You pouted, mulling over the proposal. “…Fine, we can talk then.” 

You did your best to hide your reaction, but your heart was doing backflips in your chest.

Your first date ever since the break up.