Gojo and (Y/n) meet through an underground boxing place. Gojo is put up against (Y/n), and he takes this chance to express his admiration for her.
Blood, sweat, cheering, yelling. These were the only things you could see and hear as your vision began to become blurry.
This was only your first match of the night and your opponent was already winning and becoming arrogant.
The crowd's noises overstimulated your mind, making it hard for you to focus on your opponent.
"Oh come on! Is that all you got?!" Her voice rang out as she circled your limp body.
You couldn't get yourself to move. No matter how hard you yelled at your brain, it didn't listen to you.
It was as if you were standing outside of your body, watching yourself being humiliated.
The only thing you were thankful for was the mask that covered up your face.
In this underground arena, you were known as the magicless witch.
You looked like you could deal a good amount of damaged, but whenever you actually stepped into the ring, you had no magic. No power. No wins.
"Get up!" The masked woman yelled as she stamped her feet, taunting you with every motion she took.
You could taste the blood that practically coated your tongue and all your other senses.
Shit, shit, shit! The referees stepping into the cage!
Lifting up your head you waved your gloved hand at the referee, signalling that you could carry on.
You had no other choice. This was the one match you had to win. You needed the money and you weren't about to give up so easily.
Either death or a win. No in between.
"Finally! Let me throw you around some more, doll!" She cheered, bumping her fists together as she continued to circle you.
You got to your feet, fixing your mask. You shrugged your shoulders, getting into the signature boxing pose, ready to dodge and to attack.
"Let's do this!" You yelled, charging at the woman with a jab.
She dodged it, laughing like a maniac at your weak attempt.
Come on, (y/n)! Let's do this!
Hopping on one spot, from your left leg to your right, you pumped at your chest, trying to get some adrenaline flowing through your body. It was working.
The enthusiastic and excited cheers from the crowd fuelled you. You knew they all hated you and that they were actually cheering for your opponent, but a little twist in reality never hurt anybody, right?
You thought of yourself as a lion, and your opponent a hyena. The lion is the only one who could possibly come out of that with a victory. She is the king of the jungle after all.
You reminded yourself of your training, thinking back to how your coach drilled you for hours on end with information about weak point.
You locked down your targets.
Starting with the solar plexus, you faked a left jab to the stomach, immediately swinging with your right fist at her chest when she focused all her defence onto her left side.
You heard her grunt and stumble back, showing you that your knowledge and efforts were all paying off.
Without missing a beat, you swung your left fist at her nose, knocking her head back, allowing you to attack her throat with your right with full force.
As she fell to the ground, you heard her gasp for air, punching her fist on the ground.
Quickly getting on top of her, you started to attack her, once again aiming for her face in an attempt to knock her out.
She was a tough opponent but everyone's temples was a weak point.
"The witch..! The witch is winning!" You heard someone from outside the cage yell.
That did boost your ego a little. Maybe being known as a witch wasn't so bad.
A few moments passed by and you were yanked off of your opponent.
She was motionless, her breathing heavy and her mask crooked.
A silence pursued the whole arena, tension taking over the atmosphere.
An angry yell erupted from an audience member, ordering the woman to get up and win him some money. She did not move.
You splashed water on your face, washing off the blood and the sweat that stained your features.
You couldn't believe it. Your first win!
Winning a thousand for your reward was something that you could definitely get used to.
You looked at your reflection in the mirror, smiling to yourself as you thought about what gifts you'd get your little sister with the money you won.
That of course came after you paid your rent..
Hearing the door to the locker room click, your attention perked up.
No one other than you was actually supposed to be here. Everyone else was in the waiting room, or having a match.
You heard clapping and a snarky chuckle come from whoever had entered, and you peeked your head from the door to the communal showers, not wanting to reveal your location right away.
This proved to be useless because you saw a man stare right back at you.
He had white hair, his eyelashes matching the colour.
His eyes... oh god those eyes. They were as blue as a diamond, but they didn't look pure or appealing.
They looked at you with a crazed glint.
His smirk didn't make his insane expression any better..
"I must say, you definitely out did everyone’s expectations tonight!" He mocked, taking small steps closer towards your open locker.
He cringed at the sight of your worn down gloves and your shorts. You didn't know what his aim was, but he definitely caused a chill to run down your spine.
"What do you want?" You asked as bluntly as you could, putting up a confident front.
The pale man chuckled, clicking his tongue as he picked up one of your gloves.
"You'll be fighting me tomorrow. I won't let you win on a fluke like today." He said, never ripping his analysing gaze from your glove.
You cautiously walked closer towards him. Your head was still a little fuzzy and your eyes definitely weren't seeing well.
"Am I even allowed to fight a man?" You asked, remembering that the organisers always put you up against women and never a man. Damn, they must’ve lost a ton of money today..
The white haired man shrugged his shoulders, tossing your gloves back into your locker and turning to face you, leaning down so that you were now at eye level.
"Dont expect me to go easy on you, doll." He said, mocking the nickname you were given by the woman you had just fought.
God, this man was so irritating. You had just met and this crazy fuck was already starting to piss you off more than anyone else.
"Won't you be humiliated? Being beaten by a girl and everything." You said, tilting your head to the side.
Wanting to match his energy, you made sure you used a tone that would make him feel small and insignificant.
"I'm not so worried. You're weak." He said simply, standing up straight and patting you on the head.
"See you tomorrow, doll."
The familiar sound of the booing and the cursing surrounded you as you stepped into the cage.
You had spent the entire previous night and the early morning training and practicing new potential moves that you could use just for today.
"Go to hell!" You heard someone yell, and then a beer can being tossed at the cage.
"Now, now everyone! Settle down, for the witch's opponent will be someone you have been itching to see for some time now!" The announcer spoke into his microphone, building up the tension just about enough for everyone to divert their attention to your opponents entrance.
"This person has shifted the entire boxing game! Here now to make a comeback, the one, the only, The Honoured one!"
Cheers and excitement immediately erupted from the audience. Your nerves began to rise. This was almost overstimulating.
Fear mixed with anxiety gave you an urge to throw up, but you fought your emotions.
You had to seem strong. At least give the impression of confidence.
The man stepped into the cage, the thing he considered his mask was a blindfold. His hair was now spiked up, making him look taller than he did the night before.
"Hey, doll! I'm glad you showed up!" He laughed, his voice somehow louder than the animals around you.
"Shut up! Stop acting like we're friends!" You yelled, gritting your teeth out of anger.
The honoured one laughed at your response, finding your 'unreasonable' anger towards him amusing.
He liked you. But sadly, he had to be the one to put an end to your boxing gig.
"Now! Let's get ready to witness the beat down of a lifetime!" The witch... Versusss... The Honoured One!"
You and the man circled each other. You watched his every move. He was so casual with it, it was honestly insulting to your pride.
You hated how it seemed like you were a prey locked in a cage with a predator.
He was the king of the jungle now.
"Stop being so carefree!" You yelled, going in for the attack first. You aimed a kick for the back of his knee, attempting to make him lose his balance and fall to the ground, but it was as if he already predicted everything, dodging without losing his stupid, condescending smirk.
"Come on, you can do better than that, right?" He taunted, continuing to walk as if he wasn't in this sort of situation.
I could attack his dick.. but he would stop me. I should do another feint and attack..
Your mind was running with ideas, yet all of them seemed to be too weak of an attack to actually defeat this man.
Everything about him just screamed powerful.
"Take off your gloves and attack with your fists! I'll allow it!" He said, jumping up and down, hopping from one foot to the other.
You huffed, doing as he told.
You definitely weren’t going to say no to that.
"Come on! Beat her ass!" You heard a drunkard scream. Rolling your eyes, you lunged at him, fists ready with the intent of ruining his pretty little face.
He caught your fist, bringing your face closer to his.
"Sure, kiss my ass!" You replied, smashing your forehead against his face.
Letting go, he stumbled back, chuckling as he clutched onto his nose and his forehead.
You imagined a red spot forming under his blindfold, making you feel much better about the bruise you were probably going to get on yours.
The man smiled at you. The same crazily excited, yet feral, smile he made at you the night before.
It made you uncomfortable to say the least.
Although, you wouldn't lie, that look did make him look.. attractive, to say the least.
"Alright. I think I'm ready now." He said, rolling his shoulders back and getting into stance.
He practically pounced at you quicker than you could blink, jabbing you on your side and then sweeping your legs out from under you.
The crowd, like the rabid animals they were, went wild, throwing empty cans at the cage and cheering, whilst chanting 'honoured one' over and over again.
You groaned, clutching onto your side. It was so fast, you weren't even able to block and protect yourself. His jab was powerful, almost causing you to feel some sort of fear towards him.
Before you could get up, he flipped you onto your stomach, holding your arms behind your back, basically ensuring his win.
You felt him lean closer to your ear.
"I'll see you a month, doll."
Four weeks had passed since your embarrassingly quick loss. You spent those four weeks earning some money, training and, of course, finding out whatever you could about the honoured one.
During the last month, Gojo visited your gym at least twice a week, taunting you and asking you out on dates.
You didn't even know the guy, yet he seemed to be so obsessed with you.
You found out that he was a wealthy man belonging to the Gojo clan.
Why would the wealthiest man in the world want to join an underground boxing gig that was in the poorest conditions? Not to mention it was catered towards alcoholics and gambling addicts.
He did it for the fun of it. He was probably bored sitting in his lavish home, and beating up poor people for money probably gave him a fun kick.
This is what you assumed of course...
Opening your locker, you found a post-it note stuck to the back. It had a penis drawn on it and a small laughing face next to the words 'good luck, sweet girl'.
Rolling your eyes, you ripped it up, knowing that Gojo was definitely the culprit.
"Aw man.. I took my time drawing that for you." You heard a voice speak from behind you. Your instincts spoke to you, spinning around and punching him in the stomach from surprise.
But also just because you hated him.
He let out a chuckle as he doubled over and rubbed his stomach.
"Leave me alone!" You yelled, throwing the ripped up pieces of paper at him.
He absolutely loved your attitude towards him. Every other girl wanted him in sick ways, mainly just for his money and looks.
"Now, why would I leave my favourite girl alone?" He teased, standing up straight and plucking pieces of paper that had nestled in his hair.
Huffing, you crossed your arms. Who did he think he was? You definitely weren't friends, or even acquaintances for that matter, to be talking to each other in that way.
"Listen, Gojo, I don't like you-"
"How do you know my name?" He interrupted, giving you an amused and shocked expression.
Aw, did you find yourself that intoxicated by him that you just had to learn who he was?
His jaw dropped. He faked a broken heart, giving you a pout and a frown. "You don't mean that. I bet you wouldn't miss the chance to get into my bed." He said, giving you a playful wink.
Ugh, what is wrong with him.
"Let's just say, I wouldn't object to that." He teased, leaning closer to you. You sucked in a breath, trying to contain your annoyance.
"The only way I'd sleep with you is if you were a completely different person." You said, hoping he'd take a hint and leave you alone until your upcoming match.
You and him were the final match of the night, or you would be if you end up winning all your fights.
And you were planning on winning.
"Fine. How about if I win, you have to give me kiss... and your number." He said, quickly adding the last bit.
You groaned in disgust, rolling your eyes and quickly shaking your head.
"But-! If you win, I'll leave you alone and you'll never hear from me again." He added. You raised an eyebrow, contemplating the bet.
Extending your hand to him, you nodded your head.
Bumping your gloves together, you stared at Gojo as he began to hype up the crowd.
You got into position, signalling to Gojo that you were ready to start.
His lips fell from its smile to a serious purse. You watched as he brought up his fists, guarding his body with his forearms, ready to strike at you.
Your guard was completely up. Unlike other times, you didn't allow yourself to focus half on your opponent and half on the berating and degrading thrown at you from the crowd of the insane.
Now that you were analysing him, Gojo was tall, well-built and he looked really healthy. His arms were toned and muscular. You didn't even want to know what his balled up fists looked like underneath those gloves.
He had scars all over his body, some were in the shape of a slash and some looked like bullet holes. You honestly couldn't tell because some of them overlapped onto each other.
"Stop staring and strike." He said, his guard never falling.
Rolling your eyes, you faked an attack, giggling to yourself when you saw him jolt slightly as a reaction.
Grumbling, he decided to take the first move, landing a punch right on your jaw. His movements were quick and immediate.
He was quick to make his next move, swinging you around and putting you in a headlock.
He didn't apply too much pressure, just enough so that you'd feel your oxygen intake slow down.
"I don't like fighting you. Tap out, and we'll both be able to go home." He whispered in your ear.
You grit your teeth, trying to control your breathing.
"In.. your dreams" you yell, flipping him over your shoulder.
Before he could get up, you climbed on top of him, pinning him down and starting a countdown from five.
"Will the witch win this one, folks? I bet a good amount of you were counting on the honoured one!" The commentator laughed, causing an uproar within the crowd.
People started cursing at you more, throwing food and drinks, telling you to die.
"I won't lie, I do like this position." Gojo teased.
Huffing, you took the risk of letting go of one of his arms to punch him.
Taking the opportunity, Gojo grabbed your arm, shoving you off of him and switching the positions.
He held you in place, stomach down, with an arm behind your back. He bent your arm just hard enough to cause you pain.
Did he really think doing this was going to make you want to go out with him?
Before you could tap out, the man let go of you, raising his arms in the air.
"I forfeit! The witch wins!" He declared, a wicked smirk painted across his face as he listened to the cursing thrown at him. Like music to his ears.
As you exited the building, you searched around for Gojo. Lucky for you, he was smoking right next to the building, his hand shoved into his sweatpants pocket. He had circular sunglasses on and his jacket was zipped up, his white tee peeked out from underneath.
God, you hated how attractive he looked. Just by doing nothing.
"Hey! Why did you do that?" You yelled, punching him on the shoulder. Flicking his cigarette, Gojo rubbed the spot you punched.
"Why are you complaining, didn't you make good money off of that fight?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at you. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms.
"I don't need your pity. Winning by default is an automatic loss." You spat, furrowing your eyebrows in anger.
Gojo grabbed you by the arm, dragging you to a car that was parked outside the building.
It had, what seemed to be, fifty parking tickets on the windshield, and Gojo did nothing but rip them up and discard them behind his shoulder.
"Get in. I'll take you home." He said, making his way towards the drivers seat.
You shook your head. The last thing you wanted to do was get into a car with him.
"Oh come on, the least you could let me do is this." He pouted, seeming to be genuinely upset.
Rolling your eyes, you gave in, getting into the car and crossing your arms.
You turned away from him, looking out of your window.
You sucked in a breath when you felt him reach in front of you, grabbing your seatbelt and buckling it for you. He gave you a mischievous smirk as he saw the pink dust spread across your cheek to your ears.
"Where do you live?" He asked, starting the car and pulling away from the building. He chuckled as you told him your address, recognising the street name.
"I actually own a house there." He said, looking prideful.
You clicked your tongue, annoyed at his gloating.
The rest of the drive was silent. Or it would've been if Gojo hadn't turned on the radio, singing along to whatever song the radio was playing.
He finally pulled up to the parking lot of your apartment building.
You silently took off your seatbelt, paying no attention to him.
He, on the other hand, had his full attention on every single motion you took.
Before you could open the car door, Gojo spoke up in a dramatic tone.
"Thank you, Gojo! You really saved me public transport money!"
Rolling your eyes, you turned to look at him, ready to absolutely punch him in the face.
"Oh how can I ever repay you?" He started again, moving from side to side as if he was actually playing the characters of the two of you out.
"Oh hmmm.. coffee sounds great!" He said, finally ending his dramatic show with a wink.
You groaned, giving in. "Fine. You can come up and I'll make some tea. Not coffee." You said, gagging at the thought of the bitter beverage.
Gojo silently celebrated, finally achieving a little 'mini date' with you.
You honestly found it slightly cute..
"Sooo.. what are you going to do with all that money you won?" He asked, leaning against the kitchen counter next to you.
You shrugged your shoulders, never breaking your gaze away from making the two cups of tea.
"I don't know.. I'll probably pay my rent.. and if I have enough, I'll buy something for my little sister."
Gojo nodded his head. He turned his attention to the decoration around your kitchen.
Your fridge had different types of magnets all over it. Some had jokes on them and others had different countries and cities on them.
"Do you travel?" He asked, his finger grazing over a magnet.
You shook your head, chuckling to yourself.
"Nope.. my friend got all of those magnets for me. My sisters actually staying with her for tonight" You said, walking over to him and handing him his cup.
You both moved over to the living room. He was much more interesting to talk to than you imagined. He had so many stories to tell.
"So, long story short, I'll never go to another party again." He sighed, concluding his story.
You covered your mouth as you laughed.
"Seriously? You lost your swimsuit in your friend's pool? I slightly wish I was there." You said, taking a sip of your hot tea.
Gojo rolled his eyes, smirking at you. "You really want to see me naked, huh?" He teased, leaning forward.
"You know, if I actually wanted to see you naked, I'd have made a move already." You stated, leaning back in your single sofa.
He let out an amused chuckle, crossing his legs and spreading his arms out across the back of the couch.
"Really now? What are some of your moves?" He asked, a grin painted across his face.
You cleared your throat, moving to sit next to him.
"Well.. firstly I'd make sure I'm wearing something low cut," you start explaining, tracing your finger up and down his bicep.
"And then make eyes at him the whole time. Like this." You say, looking from between his eyes and his lips,
"Tell me another story.. I really like listening." You say, tilting your head a bit and looking up at him through your eyelashes.
You lick your lips as he began to talk.
By the end of his little story, your legs were on his lap and your hand against his cheek.
You tilt his head to face you, your thumb grazing his lips.
Gojos eyes flickered from your eyes to lips. He was caught in a trance, his words stuck in his throat.
You inched closer to him, "and that's how I do it." You whisper before moving away from him.
Gojo blinked a few times before clearing his throat and slowly nodding his head, "yep.. that could work.."
You giggled. He wanted to get closer to you ever since you met and now that you gave him a window, he wanted to be shy about it.
You took a sip of your tea before gesturing to him.
"What about you? What are some of your moves?"
Gojo pondered on your question, wandering whether he should tell you or not.
"Well.. i definitely have never waited an entire month just to go on a date." He joked, moving closer to you on the end of the couch.
He cleared his throat, "I've never actually pursued a girl the way I've done for you.." he said, his voice low and his eyes locked on your lips.
His hand moved to rest on the arm of the couch behind you. You leaned against it as he moved closer to you, his body mere inches away.
"But I must say, it's all been worth it."
You took a gulp, trying to not seem nervous.
Up until you actually had a conversation with him, you thought he was obnoxious, arrogant and just plain annoying.
But now you were having second thoughts about your initial impression of him.
He was actually slightly.. funny. And cute, but that was something completely different.
He leaned down closer to you, his lips ghosting over yours, his other hand snaking to hold your hip.
"(Y/n).. I'm not just playing around. I really.. really like you." He said, his voice just above a whisper.
He squeezed your hip, causing you to suck in a breath.
"You just intend to whisper sweet things to me?" You asked, trying your hardest not to crash your lips onto his.
If you were being honest, it had been too long since you had actually been with someone, and now your feelings were in overdrive.
You felt yourself getting more aroused by every squeeze and every breath that mingled with his.
You wanted so badly to fight off your instincts, but your body had a mind of its own, moving on its own.
Your arms wrapped around his neck, and you whined every time he moved his face away from yours when you attempted to finally connect lips.
He chuckled, slipping his hand under your shirt. His fingers were cold, causing you to slightly jerk.
"You want me that badly, huh?" He said as he unclasped your bra in one swift motion, feeling satisfied with himself as he heard your surprised gasp.
He buried his face into your neck, leaving wet, sloppy kissed all over. You tilted your chin up, giving him better access.
You wanted him. You needed him.
You screamed at yourself to stop, get yourself together and kick him out, but your arousal became the control of your actions, not your mind or your heart.
You heard him chuckled against your skin, giving you tingles all over at his honey-smooth voice.
"Say the words. Tell me how much you want me."
Why the hell did he have to be so attractive?
"Go on, doll" he teased, his hand slipping down to grip your upper thigh.
"Please.. Gojo. I need you." You said, averting your gaze. He smirked, letting out a little laugh before standing up and throwing you over his shoulder.
"Bedrooms this way, yeah?" He licked his lips, striking your ass with pride as he made his way to your bedroom. You let out a surprised squeak, feeling the spot he spanked tingle.
You yelped as you felt him throw you onto your mattress. Without skipping a beat, he yanked his shirt off over his shoulders, discarding it into a corner of your room.
"Look at you, splayed out onto your bed like the pretty girl you are."
You grabbed him by the collar, crashing your lips onto his.
You let out a moan into the kiss, not caring that you sounded desperate at all. Who knew you'd be ready to fuck the guy who punched you?
Your hands travelled down to his sweatpants, undoing the drawstring. Before you could pull the down, he grabbed your wrist, pushing you down onto the mattress.
He quickly pulled your shorts off, bringing you to the edge of the mattress as he got down onto his knees.
He started leaving kisses along your thighs, sucking and biting, making sure to mark your soft skins as his.
His thumb rubbed your sensitive bud through your panties, moving excruciatingly slow. He knew exactly what he was doing.
He hungrily eyed the wet spot on the fabric, growing harder the wetter you got.
He licked over your panties, sucking as his hands gripped onto your hips.
Your legs instinctively wrapped around his head. His teasing was getting to you, but you couldn't help but moan and call out for more.
He finally moved your panties to the side, exposing your throbbing pussy.
He licked his lips, a hungry glint in his blue eyes.
You buried a hand into his hair as he began to lap at your soaking bud, letting out a delighted moan at the taste.
His hands gripped onto your thighs, tightening the louder your moans got.
He slipped his tongue inside, curling in and out as his thumb continued to rub circles on your clit.
As you began to feel a ball of pleasure build up, Gojo began to kiss upwards, moving from your hips to your stomach and eventually to your chest. He moved your shirt up the higher he got, eventually slipping it off and tossing it to the side.
He licked his lips, giving you a sly smirk, "you ready, doll?" He asked.
You rolled your eyes at the nickname, propping yourself up onto your elbow.
"Keep calling me that and I might have to kick you out." You threatened, grabbing him by the collar and crashing your lips onto his.
He chuckled into the kiss, amused by the blatant contradiction between your words and your actions.
He quickly slipped off his pants. Your eyes widened at the size of his length.
"Impressed?" He boasted, pumping his cock a couple times before lining himself up with your entrance.
Everything about this man pissed you off, yet here you were, ready to take his entire length.
You gasped as he slowly slid himself in. You could practically feel yourself stretch.
"..'Is too big.." you said biting your bottom lip, lying back down.
"Be a good girl for me and take it, yeah?" He said, placing a hand against your cheek, rubbing his thumb on the apple of your cheek.
You nodded your head, placing a hand against his.
It was only a momentarily sentimental second, but you soon came back to your senses and smacked his hand away. This earned you nothing but an amused chuckle.
You felt so full up with his dick, you couldn't make a single coherent sentence when he started moving.
He sucked in a breath, feeling your walls squeeze around him the faster he got.
He held one of your legs in his hand, kissing your calf as you got used to his movement.
You nodded at him to speed up, and soon the pain turned into pleasure, leaving you as nothing but a moaning mess.
You yelped as he pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach. He lifted up your hips and set you onto your knees. You arched your back, your face buried into the pillow.
Fuck.. why did he have to be so annoyingly attractive.
The way he fucked you, you would think he loved you.
"Move for me, doll" he said, leaving a sharp smack on your cheek.
You were close and you didn't want to lose the build up, so you started moving up and down, forwards and backwards on his dick.
He let out a moan, his hand idle on the spot he smacked.
"Fuck, (y/n)..! Just like that baby." He praised, squeezing your ass as it bounced.
You felt yourself on the brink of ecstasy, feeling that familiar bundle of pleasure grow more and more.
"Aahh Gojo, I-I'm close!" You called out, and as if on cue, he took the lead once again, gripping your hips and ramming his length into you.
He grabbed you by the arm, lifting you up so that you were stood on your knees, your back pressed against his chest.
He planted warm, sloppy kisses against your shoulder as his hand moved down to rub your clit, his other moving to massage your breasts.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, feeling that burst of pleasure shoot all throughout your body. You felt high and ecstatic in the moment, moaning out his name with your hand wrapped around his wrist.
He continued his fast strokes, his breathing becoming heavier and his strokes erratic.
He let go of you, allowing you to collapse back down, his thrusts now over stimulating you.
His moans and skin slapping on skin were the only things you could hear.
Gojo quickly pulled out, stroking his length as he finished on your back. His head lolled back, and he soon collapsed next to you as his moans died down.
You felt like you could fall asleep right then and there, but there was the matter of getting cleaned up.
“Don’t worry, doll, I’ll clean you up.” You felt him pull you closer, pressing a kiss onto your shoulder.
You felt a sort of comfort in the closeness, so you didn’t fight him off.
Maybe giving him a chance at an actual date would hurt?
Nah.. maybe you’ll let him chase after you a little bit more..
“Hey, Gojo?” You called you.
He hummed in acknowledgement, his breath hitting your back as his head rested against your back.
“Time for you to leave… doll.”
