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𝐌𝐞𝐤𝐢'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𖤐⭒๋࣭ !!!
𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞!! 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐀𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐤𝐢'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭!. 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 “ 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐈 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 ”. 𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!!
[𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞! 🍙]
𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - no mentions of y/n, male reader,bottom!male reader, blood, suggestive themes,eventual smut, denial of love, subtle cussing, lastly Gojo.
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 - > It all started as a joke. He thought vampires were just a dark fantasy—until sharp fangs, crimson hunger, and immortal desire proved otherwise.
His joke about dating vampires was meant to push love away… not lure a predator closer.
[M/n] decides there’s absolutely no way he’s going to Blackwood Library at midnight just because a dangerously attractive stranger with pale skin, white hair, gorgeously attractive blue eyes and a superiority complex told him to. Curiosity may be killing him, but at least it won’t kill him in a haunted library.
So he ignores the note, stays in his dorm, and spends the entire night pretending he’s not thinking about it.
Pretending he doesn’t keep glancing at the clock. Pretending he isn’t wondering what Gojo Satoru is doing while he’s deliberately not there.
By morning, [M/n] is fully prepared to laugh the whole thing off as an overdramatic encounter and move on with his life.
That plan lasts exactly until he walks into the campus café.
Because sitting in his usual seat by the window like he’s been there forever is Gojo fucking satoru.
Black coffee in hand. Long legs stretched out. Looking far too pleased with himself.
[M/n] stops dead.
Gojo glances up, catches his expression immediately, and smiles like this is the funniest thing he’s seen all week.
“Well,” he says smoothly, taking a slow sip of coffee, “good morning to you too.”
[M/n] stares. “You’re in my seat.”
Gojo hums, completely unbothered. “You’re the one who stood me up.”
His entire table goes silent.
Every. Single. Second.
[M/n] nearly chokes. “I did not stand you up.”
“Mm,” Gojo says, clearly enjoying this far too much. “Blackwood Library. Midnight. Ring any bells to you?”
“I was not going.”
“Yes,” Gojo replies, eyes glittering with amusement, “I noticed.” Then he leans forward slightly, voice dropping just enough to send something sharp and strange down [M/n]’s spine. “A little disappointing, honestly. I was beginning to think your standards were higher.”
“well? What makes you think I'll go there. In fact I don't even know you. Stranger danger isn't?” [M/n] spoke in a obvious reasons.
I mean let's be serious [M/n] could die there if he decided to go! He doesn't even know Gojo Satoru even if his the typical mysterious hot guy that doesn't make it better.
Gojo stared at [M/n] with those alluring blue eyes. Silently, as if Gojo look away [M/n] would fly away from him.
[M/n] stared back , confused. He blinked as he shrugged.
because genuinely, what the hell was wrong with this man?
“You are actually insane.”
Gojo Satoru, unfortunately, looked completely unbothered sitting in [M/n]’s usual café spot like he paid tuition here.
One long leg crossed over the other. Black coffee in hand. Looking way too comfortable for someone who was, quite literally, a menace before first period.
“And yet,” Gojo said, glancing up like this was the best part of his day, “you’re still talking to me.”
[M/n] dropped his bag onto the chair across from him with a sharp glare.
“I’m talking to you because you’re in my seat.”
Gojo looked around slowly, dramatically, before blinking back at him.
“Oh,” he said. “So this is territorial.”
“It is eight in the morning.”
“Mm. Defensive too.”
[M/n] narrowed his eyes.
God, he was annoying.
Not normal annoying either.
Specifically engineered to be insufferable.
“I didn't need to go, in fact it won't do me any good.” [M/n] said flatly, because clearly that needed to be established immediately.
Gojo took a slow sip of coffee.
“Yes,” he replied. “I noticed.”
The audacity.
“The fact that you actually waited—”
“Rude,” Gojo cut in, looking almost offended. “I had faith.”
“No, you had too much free time.”
A pause.
Then, somehow—
Gojo laughed.
Not a fake laugh. Not a smug one.
An actual laugh, soft and low and stupidly nice enough to annoy [M/n] even more.
“See?” Gojo said. “This is why I like you.”
[M/n] blinked.
“Excuse me?”
Gojo rested his chin against his hand like he had all the time in the world.
“You’re funny.”
“I’m rejecting that statement.”
“Can’t. Already decided.”
[M/n] stared at him for a long second before deadpanning:
“You don’t even know me.”
Gojo’s smile turned sharp around the edges. Playful. Like he knew something [M/n] didn’t.
“I know,” he said lightly, “you reject people by saying you only date vampires.”
…....
Okay.
That was actually humiliating. But it worked many times What makes this different?
[M/n] crossed his arms immediately.
“For your information, it works.”
“I’m sure it does.”
“It does.”
“Mm.”
“Why do you sound like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re judging me.”
Gojo tilted his head.
“I’m not judging,” he said, far too amused. “I’m fascinated.”
[M/n] hated. Hated. The way that word landed.
Mostly because Gojo said it so casually,attractivedly. It annoys the hell out of [M/n].
Like [M/n] was something worth studying.
Which was ridiculous. Obviously.
“You’re weird,” [M/n] muttered.
“Maybe,” Gojo said easily.
Then he leaned forward slightly towards [M/n] from where he was standing. just enough to be annoying, invasive, and impossible to ignore.
“But you were thinking about it.”
[M/n] froze.
“…Of what?”
“Blackwood Library,” Gojo said, smile widening. “You didn’t go… but you thought about it.”
Silence.
The worst part?
The absolute worst, most offensive part?
He had.
And judging by the look on Gojo’s face,
He knew.
“Oh my God,” [M/n] said flatly. “I hate you.”
“No,” Gojo replied smoothly, standing from the chair like this conversation hadn’t just taken ten years off [M/n]’s life. “You’re intrigued.”
“I’m concerned.”
“Close enough.”
Before [M/n] could even process that response, Gojo pulled a folded note from his pocket and placed it beside the coffee [M/n] hadn’t even gotten to drink yet.
[M/n] looked down at it like it personally insulted him.
“Absolutely not.”
“You haven’t read it.”
“I don’t need to.”
“Coward.”
[M/n] immediately looked up.
“…You are so annoying.”
Gojo grinned bright, unfair, dangerous.
“And yet?”
[M/n] said nothing.
Because unfortunately… there was no comeback for that.
“Tonight,” Gojo said, already heading for the door like he hadn’t just ruined [M/n]’s entire morning, “ten o’clock.”
“You cannot keep doing this weird cryptic nonsense!”
Gojo didn’t even stop walking.
“Sure I can.”
Then, with one final glance over his shoulder
“Try not to disappoint me twice, sweetheart.”.