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Repel and Attract

Repel and Attract: Satoru Gojo x Reader

Synopsis: Satoru Gojo and you had a...complicated relationship. You'd realized over the two years you'd known him, somewhere along the line his stupid jokes and cocky grin made your stomach twist and your heart flutter. But you don't have much time to think about it when you finally realize, because Satoru and Suguru have both been sent on a mission: protect and deliver the Star Plasma Vessel. A near death experience, a big argument and a couple of weeks of ignoring each other later, you realize: maybe there's hope?

word count: 6.2k

Tags: angst to comfort, TW expressions of trauma, character (near) death, SFW, Satoru's kinda mean but it all works out. (if anyone can think of anything else please let me know!)

A/N: So, this is my first fic I think I've ever publicly posted. I am genuinely so sorry if it's ass because I wrote this forever ago and kept proofreading and proofreading until it got to the point that the final version was hardly anything like the draft. This is SUPER SFW, like, they don't even kiss lol. I just really wanted to put a perspective on things from the Hidden Inventory Arc, and I didn't really think that it would be realistic for them to have a big fight and then kiss whenever they're both not at a place to do so. Anyway, I'll stop talking so you guys can read and enjoy! I feel like this goes without saying, but I do not consent to ANY form of copying my writing. Plagiarism isn't cool lmao. I still have a long way to go in terms of setting up everything in regards to a masterlist on my blog, but I will try to at least have a couple of things out soon!

“So, you gonna miss me? I mean, if I were you I would.” Satoru says to you, and you think you have to physically hold yourself back from rolling your eyes at his statement. “You’re always so full of yourself. Seriously, it’s like you’re incapable of being humble.” You say, giving him a light shove with your shoulder as the two of you walk back to the dorms. Satoru had just gotten assigned to a mission with Suguru, and would be leaving any minute. You weren’t going to lie to yourself and say you weren’t worried about him, but, you would lie to him. He didn’t have to know that you were worried, or that you’d miss him (God only knows what it would do to his ego).

“Please,” He says with a light laugh, “I can't wait to see what a crying mess you are when I get back, then you can’t hide that you missed me.” Satoru was walking a few steps ahead of you and had turned to face you, walking backwards. ‘Damn it, that’s really cool’ You thought angrily to yourself. Speaking of anger, it angered you how naturally capable he was in everything. He was just naturally a talented jujutsu sorcerer, naturally athletic, and naturally hot as fuck. Truly, you found yourself arguing with your own brain some days, trying to figure out what trauma you had gone through to make you attracted to him.

What?

You were not fucking attracted to him. Not in the slightest. You found yourself refocusing your thoughts, listening as the white haired teen spoke of his agenda for the next two days.

“It shouldn’t take long at all, all we’re having to do is take some star plasma brat to Tengen, have her ‘assimilate’--or whatever--and then we’re done. So don’t worry your pretty little head about me, y/n.” he says with a lopsided grin, bending slightly to meet your height and slinging an arm over your shoulders. You have to force yourself to only mentally freak out, choosing to swiftly slip out from under his arm, giving him a swat on the shoulder. “Go away.” You grumble and cross your arms, ignoring the way his laugh made your stomach flutter.

Okay, you did not have a crush on Satoru fucking Gojo. You have been telling yourself this phrase almost every day for about a year now, and normally in front of a mirror…repeatedly. Listen, you did not like the guy. He was full of himself and egotistical. Plus, he had this stupid grin, and a stupid laugh, and it really irked you whenever he’d started taking walks with you around the dorms every afternoon and you would be caught staring and fuck, you did have a crush on Satoru fucking Gojo. Coming to this realization while he’s right next to you, reaching his arm back around you, and tilting his head forward so you could get a glimpse of his eyes proved to you that the universe was never on your side. Because now you were putting all of your focus into keeping your breathing steady and your face the same shade. At this point, you couldn’t even listen to what he was saying. “Aw, y/n, are you really that worried about me? I’ll text you every morning,” He says in a sing-song tone that was so overly dramatic you cringed. “And, I’ll even throw in a call every now and then, just for you.” he says, as if these suggestions of his are something you were hoping he would do anyway (which you weren’t, by the way.). You catch yourself screwing up your face and spitting out a scoff, elbowing his side roughly. Satoru lets out an exaggerated grunt, throwing his hand over his ribs and off of your shoulder. You immediately get a little colder now that he wasn’t touching you anymore. “So, I’ll call you?” he asks you with a grin, turning to walk away, signaling the end of your walk. It hit you then that he was going to be gone for two days, and that Tengen himself had wanted Satoru and Suguru to go, and that this mission sounded dangerous. You were suddenly met with a weird sense of unease. He had already turned his back to you, and you found yourself calling out to him before you could stop yourself.

“Hey,” you call out to him, watching as he turns his head towards you. ‘Fuck, what am I supposed to say now?’ You think to yourself, panicked. It wasn’t like you could call out “Be careful, my sweet Satoru! P.S., I think I’m in love with you!” to him without sounding clinically insane. So instead, you clear your throat and say “Make sure you say bye to Shoko, too.” He smiles at you. A pretty smile that almost glowed. Your heart skips a beat as you watch him turn and shake his head as he walks away.

The following two days passed so slowly for you that you had to try not to be upset when you heard that they were extending their mission for an additional day. The first night of his and Suguru’s mission, you had been glancing at your phone every few minutes to check if he had texted you at all. Giving up, you decided to get ready for bed and began brushing your teeth. That being said, you nearly threw your phone when he called you, quickly spitting out your toothpaste and flipping your phone open.

“Miss me yet?” He started once you’d finally decided to answer the call. “Please.” You said, trying to ignore the awkwardness of your voice and tuck your phone in between your ear and shoulder as you pace your bathroom. “As if. It’s honestly been super relaxing since you’ve been gone. It’s so quiet,” You say, mentally slapping yourself on the back for the nice save, “Could you stay there until I graduate? That would be great; I could actually think for once.” You add. Fuck, that may have been too much. Maybe just not say anything else? Maybe hang up the call? You didn’t know anymore.

“Ahhh, you’re so mean, y/n. Why is it that you’re only mean to me? You get along with everyone else just fine!” Satoru whines, his faux annoyance with you only lasting a second before he pipes up, “It has to be because I’m your favorite. That’s what it is! God, wait until I tell everyone.”

And now he’s just talking to himself. You lightly shake your head to rid yourself from the blush that had begun to form, rolling your eyes at his muttering. “Ah, sorry, what was that? I think you’re cutting out, Satoru.” You say, holding in a laugh as he begins to speak louder. “Don’t play that shit with me, y/n, you can hear me fine.” He says, and you can practically see him holding his phone directly in front of his mouth. “Ah, shit. Gotta go. Suguru just walked in. Call you tomorrow?” Satoru asks, not giving you time to answer him before he ends the call. It takes a few seconds for you to process his words. He was going to call again. Tomorrow. Now your entire face was flushed, and you tossed your phone onto your bed before going back to your bathroom to finish getting ready for bed.

The following couple of days were mostly spent flipping open your phone to find a couple of texts from Satoru. Most of them were small and meaningless (like the picture of himself he’d sent you of him blowing you a kiss), while others were him rubbing it in your face that he wasn’t around (as if you weren’t already perfectly aware). However, you couldn’t really hide your disappointment when he didn’t call like he said he would. In fact, the texts he sent you grew to be shorter and shorter until eventually you were staring at the same text message you’d sent earlier that morning with no reply to follow it. You felt yourself growing more frustrated at the fact that you missed him. So when Shoko strolled over to you and said that he and Suguru were going to be back soon, you practically jumped out of your seat to follow her and meet them. You, and all your free time you’d had to think about your crush had put your poor heart through the ringer. You’d decided that once you saw him again, you’d talk to him about it. Satoru may joke around constantly, but you knew that if you truly came to him about your feelings, he would talk to you regardless of his own. And who cares if he doesn’t have feelings for you? It wasn’t like your crush on him was anything crazy. Once you got his answer you would be able to go on about your day, and leave all the “what if’s” behind.

As the two of you walk (Well, actually, you were practically skipping, while Shoko was trudging along behind you.), you feel your heart race and you try to ignore it. ‘Why am I even this excited?’ You ask yourself, before hearing the footsteps behind you abruptly stop. Shoko stops in her tracks, and you feel yourself accidentally tug her forward, not realizing she’d stopped. “Shit,” she curses, looking at you with a lazy smile, “Forgot my pack of cigs, I’ll be back.”

You practically splutter, turning around to face her. “Are you really going back for a cigarette?” you ask with a light laugh. Shoko grins wider and turns around to march her way back to wherever she’d left the stupid pack, “Yeah, gotta at least be smoking when we see them again. It adds loads to my character. Can’t have them thinking they’re on top of the world now that they helped with whatever that star plasma shit was.” she says with a shrug. You laugh at her, turning back to begin walking towards the clearing. The more you walk, you immediately feel an overwhelming uneasiness. Choosing to brush it off as general nervousness about seeing Satoru again, you continue walking, noticing the eerie silence that filled the air. You slow to a stop as the sight in front of you begins to register in your mind.

“SHOKO!”

You hadn’t even fully begun to process what you were seeing. Satoru and blood, so much blood. Your vision swims, and you stumble over to where the boy laid, barely making out his face. You can’t tell if it’s because your brain couldn’t piece together what you were looking at, or if it was from the tears that poured from your eyes. Your breathing shallow, and shaking so violently you catch yourself sobbing harder as you reach for him. ‘I have to see if he’s alive! Oh my God, is he alive?’ You frantically think to yourself, reaching to check for any signs of life only to retract your hands. The sight of his body is burning its image into your eyes, and all you can do is cry as you sit with him, unable to do anything. You realize how helpless you must seem. ‘I can’t do anything!’ Your hand reaches out to lightly touch his hair, finding blood on your fingers as you touch what you could only assume was a fatal stab to the skull. You quickly pull your hand away again, only being able to think of one thing in your panicked state, ‘Shoko, she can check to see if he’s alive and heal him; she can at least try.’

“SHOKO!” You scream louder this time, your voice breaking as you force yourself to look away from Satoru’s limp body. You gag, the sight not being able to leave you. You were never one to faint at the sight of a gory scene, that’s why it was always easy for you to exorcize curses. But right now, seeing his body laying like that, it was almost too much for you to bear. You swivel your head around, listening for any sign that Shoko could’ve heard you. The only sound that reaches your ears is the buzz of the few stray fly-heads that circles the both of you and that of your own breathing--heavy and uneven. Shakily stepping away from the boy, you spin on your heels and yell for Shoko again, as loud as your voice will allow you in between the sobs and hiccups that racked your body. It sounds strangled and torn, but it does the trick.

You practically run into the girl, her wide eyes staring back at you as she grabs your shoulders firmly. “What is it?!” She says, panicking now that she can see the state you’re in. Her grip tightens, and you sob harder, trying to pull her in the direction you came from. “I-It’s Satoru! He’s, he’s--” You cut yourself off, shoving a hand over your mouth to stifle a cry. “He was inside the school’s barrier! He should have been okay, he should’ve been--” You stop talking again, aggressively wiping at your eyes and trying to control your breathing as you both run to the entrance of the school grounds. “You have to help him, Shoko,” You manage to get out, her strong grip on your hand never faltering. She finally understood the severity of the situation, and you felt her speed up her run, pumping her legs as hard as you were now. When you finally make it to the clearing, you skid to a stop and stifle a gasp. Satoru’s body had seemingly disappeared, leaving a large puddle of blood in its place, and a horrible sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.

The initial explanation of what you had seen was pitiful, at best. All you could really remember was how Satoru had looked, how much blood there was, and how you felt as if all the oxygen had gotten kicked out of your lungs. Shoko tried her best to make out the words you’d continued to splutter out, rubbing your back a bit as you both tried to figure out what to do next. Not being able to figure out where his body went, you had both chalked it up to being whoever had attacked him once they had gotten within the barrier had come back to retrieve his body while you were finding Shoko. You remembered how grateful for her you were in that moment, knowing that without her, there was no way you would’ve been able to ground yourself.

Having seen Suguru outside of the school hours later, face grim, you had decided to check on him, sure that he had heard the news of Satoru. Slowly approaching him, you look up. “Suguru, are you..okay?” You ask, cringing a little at the sound of your voice and your choice of words. Silently, Suguru turns to look at you and merely nods, before pausing his actions and letting his shoulders slump. You notice the slight shake in his shoulders and he walks over to you, his head hanging, and your eyes widen as you feel him pull you into a hug. Suguru wasn’t ever the one to initiate any type of contact, always being a bit more reserved than Satoru had been. Your brows angle in worry as you hug him back, feeling his body shake as you hold him. “Suguru?” You ask hesitantly, and he begins talking. He talks about how he witnessed Satoru get stabbed, that he’d told him to take the girl they’d been protecting and get her to Tengen’s temple, that they’d decided to not go through with the assimilation, and that he’d watched a man kill her right before his eyes. Feeling a spot on your shoulder begin to dampen, you squeeze him a bit as he goes quiet again, before pulling away to look at you. Somewhere in the middle of his explanation, you’d begun to cry again; tear stains, sniffling, and red eyes being the only evidence of it now. Saying nothing, he begins walking along the sidewalk, turning back to look at you expectantly. Choosing to follow him, you fall into step behind him and stay silent, allowing the sound of the late evening’s breeze fill the air. The boy slightly turns his head to you, not quite meeting your eyes as you both continue to walk.

“Satoru is really something, isn’t he, y/n?” He asks you. A little confused at the wording of his question, you tilt your head quizzically at him. “I mean, before it was only Shoko who knew reversed curse techniques,” He continues, but the words that follow fall on deaf ears. ‘Reversed curse technique?’ you ask yourself, before the pit in your stomach slowly begins to fade. This is when you realize that he never explicitly said that Satoru had died. That he hadn’t mentioned anything about Satoru after he’d talked about taking the girl to Tengen’s temple. “Wait, Suguru, are you saying he healed himself? He’s still alive?” You ask, trying not to sound frantic as your eyes search him for answers. Suguru looks at you blankly for a moment, before asking: “Yeah, believe it or not. He hasn’t come to see you? Shoko had texted me just a few minutes ago, asking if I’d had the chance to meet back up with Satoru. That’s odd.”

You take a moment to let his words sink in. Satoru was alive, and he was okay. You felt relief wash over you as you told yourself those words. Then, you began to realize that he had healed himself, and then met with Suguru and Shoko, but had not said a single thing to you. You look at Suguru, an odd feeling in your belly, “Do you know where he went?”

“I’m thinking he may have gone back to the dorms. I would imagine he’d be tired.” The teen said to you, putting a hand on your shoulder. “He’s..he’s not entirely himself right now,” Suguru started, and you furrowed your brows. ‘Not himself?’ You repeated the words in your mind, as Suguru continued, “I’m not quite sure, y/n, but please, don’t think too much about anything he says to you. He wasn’t making much sense when I saw him. Maybe the new technique took more out of him than he realized.”

As you raced to the boys’ dorms, you felt your thoughts keeping pace with your legs. ‘Is he really alive? Suguru wouldn’t joke about something like that. I can’t believe he learned a reversed cursed technique.’ You let your brain run wild as the image of his body laying in his own blood surfaced again, and you tried not to cry again. Skidding to a stop in the hallway, you stare dumbfoundedly in front of you. ‘Huh.’ All of that crying and screaming and panicking began to feel as if it wasn’t needed as you looked at the white-haired teen standing in front of you now, perfectly alive.

“Satoru?” You ask him. You can’t help but notice how exhausted he looks as he turns to face you. Most of the blood that had been on his body the last time you saw him was gone, however his clothes were covered in the remnants of blood stains. He looks at you for a moment, silence passing between the two of you. “Oh, hey y/n,” He says without his usual grin, shoving his hands in his pockets and leaning on the doorframe to his room, “I don’t see any tears, you really didn’t miss me, did you?”

You pause, noticing how his words don’t quite carry the same energy as before. “I saw you..” You trail off, and he sighs loudly. “Ah, whoops,” He says, cracking his neck. “Wish you coulda seen what I did after you left me there,” He starts, but you cut in. “What did you do, Satoru?” You look at him with guarded eyes. Something definitely wasn’t right. He was saying all the same things he would always say, but the tired and slightly aggravated tone that followed put you off in the worst way. “Couldn’t be bothered to stick around, yeah?” Your face scrunches up at his words, confused. “What are you talking about? I went to go find Shoko.” You say, growing slightly frustrated at the teen. At this rate, you were ready to wring his neck for an answer. Normally he would be much more boastful about his accomplishments, but it almost seemed like he was purposefully not telling you everything. He scoffs, “Whatever you say, y/n. As if I’d need Shoko for a hiccup like that.” The air that filled the room seemed to thicken, and your disbelief in the manner he was talking was more than prevalent. After a pregnant pause, Satoru eyes you before turning to get inside his dorm room.

You find yourself gripping his sleeve before he can walk away from you. “Suguru said you’d learned your reversed curse technique. Wanna explain how that happened?” You ask him and he pulls his sleeve from your hold. He tilts his head at you, “I guess being close to death can do that. I know, crazy to believe what the body can do in a time of crisis.” He says bitterly, and you look up at him in confusion. “I'm tired, y/n. Leave me alone so I can get some sleep.”

Now it’s your turn to scoff, and you narrow your eyes. “No, I don’t think I’m going to.” You say. You can’t help yourself. Something about the way he was talking, the look in his eyes, everything just felt…off. “What’s going on with you, Satoru? You’re acting differently. Suguru said something about you not being--”

“Stop talking if you’re gonna give me the same spill about how we need to protect others. I’m tired of hearing that shit.” He cuts you off, and you pause as you think about his words. ‘What did he and Suguru talk about? Was this why Suguru told me not to take his words to heart? Was this what he was talking about?’ You think to yourself. Satoru’s voice drags you out of your thoughts. “I’m tired of hearing a lot of things, really. That you thought I would need Shoko to ‘help’ me, that there’s a reason we protect non-sorcerers, that there’s a line to avoid crossing..all of it. I don’t need anyone waiting by me on the sidelines to watch out for me anymore. I am the strongest sorcerer of our generation, y/n. I don’t need anyone else when I have this much talent. That’s why I didn’t bother with trying to find you earlier.”

The weight of his words settle in, and you feel yourself not recognizing the person in front of you. You grow angry, and why wouldn’t you? Satoru’s words cut deep. He was talking as if no one else mattered. And then that feeling you’d gotten before you’d been worried and crying for nothing came back full force, but for an entirely different reason now. The feelings of relief turned to anger, your heart tightening painfully. “Fuck you,” You say, another scoff leaving your lips. “Like I will stick around after that. You know, as egotistical as you are, you have never been this bad. And to think I was excited to have you come back.” You grit your teeth, letting out a dry laugh as look up at him, gathering up all the anger in your body to force it out onto the boy. “Oh! Was gonna tell you that I thought I had feelings for you once you got back, and maybe I would’ve been able to put it behind me afterwards. But don’t worry, I’m way over that now.” You spit out, feeling the smallest bit of relief to finally have said it out loud. “Get a fucking grip on yourself, and when you’re ready to actually meet each other again, come and find me. I’m not sure who the hell I’m talking to right now, but it’s not at all the Satoru that I thought I knew.” You spin on your heels and walk away, absolutely appalled with how Satoru had been acting. You don’t bother turning around to check if he was still standing there. If he’d wanted you to stick around, he didn’t say anything, because all you could hear were the loud steps of your feet as you walked quickly back to your own dorm room. Once inside, you kicked off your shoes and took a deep breath, before feeling your eyes well up with tears. You really weren’t over it, were you? Trudging to your bathroom, you flip the light on and look at yourself in the mirror. “God damn,” You say to yourself, analyzing your tear streaked cheeks and puffy, red-ringed eyes. “I look like shit.” The tears fall freely down your face now, and it was all you could do to brush your teeth and wash your face. Scrubbing your eyes as if to personally threaten the tears from falling again, you slump back to your bedroom, seeing your phone buzz as you change. Your mind immediately wanders to Satoru, and you rush to grab your phone before dropping it in distaste when you realize it wasn’t him texting you to apologize. Shoko had texted you, sending a simple ‘You okay?’

You pick your phone back up, typing out a hasty answer to keep her from worrying about you, pressing send. Tossing your phone to the edge of your bed, you throw yourself under the covers and begin to feel sorry for yourself. The threat you made to your eyes in the bathroom held no weight anymore. Tears reappeared at the base of your eyelashes, and you had long lost the energy to care anymore. Staying like that for a while, you let yourself cry as you hug yourself under the covers. You and Satoru had never not just clicked. It was always so easy to talk to him, and yet your most recent conversation felt like pulling teeth. Your eyes grew tired of crying, and you grew tired of thinking, so you closed them and forced yourself to sleep.

It was a wonder how you got through the first week of not speaking to Satoru at all. When required to, like in class or on small missions, you’d gone back to calling him Gojo, something you hadn’t done in over a year. It felt like swallowing nails every time, and you tried not to think about the way his face had changed once he’d realized. There weren’t any more text messages, phone calls, or late afternoon walks. After that night you’d both argued, he hadn’t texted you and well, you didn’t feel like texting him either. Then it turned into him not saying anything to you in class, and in turn you did the same. As if that wasn’t enough, the friend group you’d both been involved with had changed entirely, too. Suguru grew even more reserved than usual, taking missions by himself, though you’d always offer to go with him. He frequented your company much less now, and the times you had seen him you’d noticed how the bags under his eyes got heavier, and he’d begun to look smaller, as though he were shrinking in on himself. Gojo and Shoko would talk on occasion, and Gojo and Suguru hardly talked at all; the relationship you’d all had completely diminished. You caught your mind wandering (too many times for you to count) about where it had all gone wrong. If it was when you’d decided to leave him to find Shoko, or when he’d sent a small text admitting that he thought the mission was almost too difficult, or if it was just accepting the mission from the beginning. After the first week passed, something in the air seemed to shift, and it started the morning you woke up with a text from Gojo:

‘Can we talk?’

You almost responded, having to force yourself from typing out a response. He’d had a week to apologize, and that was more than enough time for you to move on with your life, right? You snap your phone shut, running a hand down your face. You had made a pact with yourself not to talk to Gojo until he’d fully had time to think about the weight of his words. You knew that whatever was going on, he wasn’t going to talk about it. You also knew that he would try to win you back once he’d gotten his tantrum out of the way. Still though, you felt your heart twinge every time you thought of the argument you’d had a week prior. Though he’d thrown little fits in the past (yes, he was like a toddler.), it’d never gone to this extreme. A part of you worried that he’d never be able to see what he did was wrong, not truly. That all he’d be able to see was that someone was mad at him but not see or want to change the reason why. You sigh and finish dressing, getting ready for class.

The following few days ran almost in a cycle. You would wake up to a text from Satoru asking to talk to you, you’d ignore it, go to class and would pretend not to see the way he stared at you, get out of school, ignore him and walk to your dorms, and ignore his texts and calls that never seemed to end. On the fourth day of outright ignoring him, you blocked his contact, exhausted from reading all of the messages he’d spammed you with. Most of them were just asking to meet up, but today’s message was a little different. ‘If you don’t want to talk, then we don't have to. But please, stop ignoring me.’

You felt that twinge in your heart again, and you cleared your throat, regaining any of your composure that had slipped. You read the text one last time, before hitting the block icon on your phone. However, as you got dressed and left for class, and you saw him sitting at a desk in the classroom, you didn’t look past him. Instead, when you felt his eyes on you, you met his gaze. Just slightly, and only for a fraction of a second, but you looked. You fought with yourself not to look at him anymore after that, but you let a few glances slip. And every time without fail, when you’d look over at him you’d catch his piercing blue eyes staring right back at you.

Later that night you lay in your bed, feeling utterly confused with your feelings. What had happened to staying strong? You mentally curse yourself as you sit up with a huff. You look around your room, trying to find any excuse to pass the time instead of actually going to bed. Your eyes land on your phone again, and you remember all of the day's activities all over again. Slipping under the covers to run away from every single feeling that had sprouted in your brain today, you squeeze your eyes shut and try to fall asleep. As you begin to drift off, the sound of your window sliding open makes your eyes fly open and you sit up, eyes falling onto a gangly white haired menace with one foot shoving its way through the opening. “Gojo?” you ask, a little panicked. He startles, losing his grip and stumbling the rest of the way through your window. Promptly getting back to his feet, he leans against the wall and smiles. You can’t help but feel a sense of deja vu, as he leaned against the wall with the same look of exhaustion on his face that he’d had only a couple of weeks prior. You stare at him for a second. He…he looked like shit. As if he hadn’t slept in days, the bags under his eyes were dark and heavy. ‘Had he been sleeping? Actually, he looks like he’s lost weight. Why am I just now noticing this?’ You drag yourself out of your thoughts as he clears his throat. “Um, fancy seeing you here?” He says with a smile, the tips of his ears just slightly pink. You roll your eyes, “If you take another step I’ll start screaming. What are you doing?”

“Still have my number blocked.” He says with a shrug. Even though he looked exhausted, his normal energetic tone was back. You scoffed and turned away from him, feeling his hand grab your arm. You spin back around and open your mouth to scream, you were a woman of your word, after all. But it seemed that Gojo knew this, because his free hand was immediately clamped over your mouth and he looked at you with wide eyes. “Please, y/n. I want to apologize.”

You raise your brows at that, trying not to think about his hand on your mouth (though you do allow a brief, second-long moment in your head for you to scream). He looks at you expectantly, and you roll your eyes before following it with a small nod. He slowly takes his hand from your mouth and you hate that you miss the feeling of it. Keeping his other hand wrapped around your arm, he looks at the ground before hesitantly meeting your eyes again. You never thought you’d see him this vulnerable, this small.

“So, I’m sorry,” He starts, choosing to move his eyes to where his hand kept its hold. “For all of it. Really. I wasn’t really acting like myself, was I?” He asks, smiling almost sheepishly. You say nothing, not really looking at him anymore. ‘If that’s all he’s going to say, I’ll beat his ass right here.’ you think to yourself. “I don’t think I handled the whole near death experience very well.” He continues, and you begin to think that your silence is making him panic. “Anything to add? Or are you done?” You ask with your brow quirked. He stutters a bit before adding “I wasn’t mad at you or anything, I promise. I just think I let my little power-up get to my head for a bit. But I’m tame now! So, whaddya say, evening stroll? For old times’ sake?” He rambles, a smile that was absolutely not fooling anyone plastered on his face. The poor guy looked nervous as hell. You deadpan at him, giving him some time to realize that was not the right thing to say. “You gonna tell me you don’t need anyone again?” You ask, crossing your arms. “No! I actually need you, more than you know.” He blurts, his previous smile had now morphed into a startled expression. You take a second to realize what you heard.

“What?”

Satoru looks at you, a thousand yard stare gracing his face. “Uh, what?”

“Satoru, what did you just say?” You ask again, and he begins looking around the room, eyes flitting to anywhere but your own. You stare, unimpressed, and his eyes light up. “You’re calling me Satoru again!” He cheers, and your eyes widen at the realization. He doesn’t give you too much time to think about it, though, because he points to you. “Actually, that reminds me. I want to talk about something you said when we’d been fighting.” He says, his normal shit-eating grin back on his face.

You realize exactly what he’s talking about, and curse yourself as you shake your head. ‘Damn it. He remembered.’ You think, shaking your head even faster now. “Nope. No, no no. We will not be talking about that. I’m more interested in you telling me if you got all your shit sorted out. I’m not interested in ‘old times’ sake’ if you haven’t.” You say, crossing your arms tighter and looking away from him. As nice as it was to listen to him apologize, you wanted to make sure he really meant it, and that he had been working through whatever had him in that state. You told yourself your make your decision of forgiveness based on his answer, which only took a couple of seconds. “I feel the same way, you know.” He says with a smile, and you try not to let your surprise show on your face; the racing of your heart was a bit harder to control, though. You manage to keep a straight face as he walks closer, hesitantly pulling you into a hug. You feel him inhale sharply as you slowly wrap your arms around him, feeling his grip get just a little tighter, and his voice sounds just a little shakier. “And I may not have everything figured out yet, but I’m trying.” He whispers. You sigh and let silence fill the air once more, and you smile a bit to yourself as you hear the sound of his heart racing beneath your ear. “I guess I can work with that.” You say, squeezing him a bit. His hold on you grows impossibly tight, and you swear you can feel his lips press to the top of your head. “So, you forgive me?” He asks with enough cockiness to make up for the past nearly two weeks of desperate looks and begging questions.

You laugh lightly, having forgave him much earlier than now.

“I’ll think about it.”

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