bully!gojo who asks you tell you you're his girlfriend.
you're at the library studying, focused on getting your mountain-load of homework. you had been here for a few hours already and it was dark outside with very few people still around.
looking over a question, you here the doors slide open. lifting your gaze, you tense when you see satoru.
you two hadn't spoken in a while as you had a few tests and he, being satoru gojo, was likely caught up with his friends, money, and whatever else he did that made everyone like him. you look back at your question, pretending to ignore him.
"silly girl, can't hide from me." he says, laughing softly as he sits in the chair next to you. "what's that?"
"i'm not done yet, satoru. please, let me finish this." you say, running your hand through your hair.
he makes a sound of dismissal, grabbing your worksheet and folding it into his pocket.
"i'll just copy my answers."
"b-but i need to understand-"
"then i'll teach you." he says firmly, hand tense against the table. you quieten as he leans back in his chair, sipping on some juice he brought. he positions the straw in front of your face.
"want some?"
"uh, no thank you."
"suit yourself." he sits in the silence comfortably while you shift in your seat. what does he want? normally he's pretty clear on if he wants to talk or make fun of you, but he's not doing, anything?
you finally build up the courage to speak.
"um, satoru. wh-what are you doing here?" his brows furrow and he looks at you, feigning hurt.
"what? i can't hang out with my girlfriend?"
um, what?
your jaw drops, you can't help it. did he just say girlfriend? since when?
"u-uh, what, what are you t-talking about?"
"i'm just supporting my girlfriend as she studies, like a good boyfriend does."
your face reddens, humiliation flowing through you. just another one of his stupid pranks likely, he's probably recording this so he can laugh about it to his friends later.
"n-no, you know we're not, together."
he turns his head to look at you, face completely serious this time. his smile and giggly facade drops and he leans in, making firm eye contact with you.
"i told you, you are my girlfriend. you're not that dumb honey, surely i don't need to explain it again."
you look at him dumbfounded, so confused at this apparent truth. he glances at your stuff spread across the table before he begins to pack it up, ignoring your protests. once he's done, he slings your bag over his back and stands up.
"w-wait, what are you-"
"c'mon, i'm driving you home." he says, already halfway out of the library. you quickly put on your jacket and follow him outside, spotting his flashy car immediately. he unlocks it and opens the passenger door for you, waiting patiently.
"satoru, if this is some kind of prank-"
you freeze when he suddenly leans in and kisses you, deeply. he keeps you there until he finally pulls away to whisper in your ear.
"you ask me any more stupid questions and i'll break your fucking laptop again."
swallowing nervously, you get into the car. he places your bag next to you before happily walking to the driver's side.
after a quick drive to your house, he helps you out of the car and walks you to your front door. after ringing the doorbell, your mother answers.
"oh, hello. y/n, who is this?" she asks.
"i'm satoru, ma'am. pleasure to meet you." he says with his brightest smile, offering his hand. "i'm y/n's boyfriend."
Summary: A cute girl named hanna falls in love with satoru gojo of all people and everyone is bamboozled atat that relevation.
[Name] sat on the steps of Jujutsu High, chin resting in her hands, her eyes completely locked on Gojo Satoru as he loudly bragged about defeating a low-grade curse without even messing up his hair.
"I'm telling you, Shoko, it's the hair. And his eyes. And literally everything else," Hannah sighed, her cheeks flushed warm. "He's just so cool."
Shoko leaned against the wooden railing, holding a lit cigarette between her fingers as she stared at Hannah in sheer, unadulterated disbelief. "[Name], Gojo? Of all the people on this entire campus, or the planet? He's a walking migraine. He takes the last sweet from every box, talks at a volume that should be illegal, and is genuinely the most annoying person alive."
"He's not annoying, he's energetic!" Hannah protested, sitting up straight. "And cute. Extremely cute."
Shoko shook her head, unable to process the absolute delusion unfolding before her. Flicking her ashes, she turned on her heel. "I can't do this with you right now. I need a second opinion."
A few minutes later, Shoko found Suguru Geto sitting under the shade of a ginkgo tree, quietly flipping through a book.
"Suguru," Shoko said, stopping in front of him. "We have a situation. A medical anomaly, really."
Geto looked up, amused. "Did Satoru break another window?"
"No. Worse," Shoko said deadpan. "[Name] [Last Name] is head over heels in love with Satoru. She thinks he's 'cool'."
Geto’s expression froze. He stared at Shoko, waiting for the punchline, but her face remained entirely flat. He slowly closed his book, dark eyes widening in genuine shock. "Wait... [Name]? Our [Name]? Satoru?" He paused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Is he... using some kind of cursed technique on her? Cursed brainwashing? Mind control?"
"I asked myself the same thing," Shoko snorted, leaning against the tree trunk. "Because no one with functioning brain cells falls for Satoru willingly."
Geto let out a sudden, breathless laugh, shaking his head as the absurdity hit him. "Well, the good news is we don't have to worry about anything actually happening."
"Oh, absolutely not," Shoko agreed, a small smirk playing on her lips. "Satoru wouldn't realize a girl liked him if she hit him over the head with a sign."
"He's an idiot," Geto chuckled, reopening his book. "He'll never figure it out."
Across the courtyard, Gojo accidentally tripped over a bench while trying to strike a dramatic pose, totally unaware that he was the center of anyone's universe.
Fumbling with Gojo Satoru was the biggest mistake one can ever make. Unfortunately, the biggest mistake you ever made.
High school love… will probably be the last time you'll ever fall in love again. It swept you off your feet, got your heart jumping off your chest as it beat loudly towards the man you pine over, the love that turned your darkest days to a full ray of sunshine, to the point that it felt so unreal. So surreal. So perfect.
How did you let that happen?
So crossing paths with the man you deeply and greatly love, even until today, brought so many memories back to your mind. As a gust of wind blows past your face, a flashback of what once was got your heart reeling and clenching, as Gojo Satoru walked right past you.
Walk right towards a stranger. Towards a woman.
With a smile on his face that tells you, “I've moved on.”
And then there's the bittersweet taste in your tongue, as you stared so hopelessly still in love, hopeless still in pain over the smile that used to be yours.
“Did you like her in the morning? Right before the sleep left your eyes?”
“Toru, wake up,” You said as you left featherlight kisses on his cheek.
There was a small smile that crept on Satoru's face, pulling you closer to his embrace as he leaned in to your kisses. Then, he slowly rubs his nose against yours, his eyes still closed as he murmurs, “Just a bit more.”
A satisfied hum left your lips as you stared at his sleepy state, with his eyes still closed as the two of you drowned into each other's embrace. It was the quiet and calm atmosphere that you loved most during this hour, and the light smell of breakfast spreading through the air from the kitchen, and most of all, the look on Satoru's face as he slowly opens his eyes.
He blinked once to rub the sleep away from his eyes, and then there's the sincere smile across his face. The way his eyes softly stared at you, full of love and the genuine emotions that always show his affections, and you swear you could stay like this forever. His eyes were always too vocal, that always seemed to tell you that there was nothing else he knows other than to love you.
“Good morning, love.”
Did he do this with her too?
“Did you laugh over cold cups of coffee? That you hate but still drank anyway.”
Satoru was never a coffee drinker, but he'd force himself to drink one just because he sees how you loved it. Despite how coffees always keeps him up at night, and how his sleeping schedule was already messed up as it was, he'd still do anything just to make you smile.
“One Americano, and a Hazelnut Brew.” The waiter said as he placed the two cups of coffee at your table. You gave him a small smile and a ‘thank you’, then stared unknowingly at Satoru’s choice of drink.
“Are you sure you're drinking that?”
“Of course. It's good to have a little caffeine in my system every now and then.” Satoru would say smugly, sipping on the straw nonchalantly.
You watched the way he slowly tasted the drink, anticipating his reaction at the black coffee that is now running on Satoru's throat. You watched the way he slowly moves the cup away from his lips, and back on the table with an uneasy look that he tried to mask with a tight smile.
Don't get him wrong. It's not that the drink didn't taste good—it was perfect—so perfect that this might be the last time he'll ever let his tongue taste something so foreign to his buds. Satoru shivers, before he looks at you helplessly.
“Is it bad?” You chuckled.
“Good. Good…” He pouted, taking another sip as he looked away to avoid your gaze. It was so easy to read Satoru, and it warmed your heart even more that he was willing to do this just for the sake of nothing, just Satoru being your Satoru.
“We can switch drinks–”
“Absolutely not. I told you, it taste sooooo good!” The exaggeration was so evident in his voice as he took a long sip, ending with a cough and a frown on his face that made you laugh even more.
And now, you could only laugh painfully at the memory.
It was always a wonder to you ever since you two broke up. Did Satoru ever change? Did Satoru ever try coffee at least once in his life again while you were away just to taste the bittersweet memory of your love that didn't last? Did Satoru ever force himself to drink a good cup of coffee on a blind date just to impress the lady sitting opposite from him, and ended up having thoughts of you instead?
Did he ever force himself to sit down, alone, in a coffee shop downtown and stared out the window, in hopes that someone could ring the cafés door, just to see it was you?
Because you did. Every single time you did. Your time stood frozen, slowed down inside a small shop, your coffee gone cold as you feel that familiar looming aura in your chest. It aches, and it aches, and it aches so bad. And you're staring at the space in front of you, where Satoru used to be.
“Did you like her touch at night time? Did all the pretending help you forget? Was she weightless in just your sweater? And does it feel heavy now to look at me instead?”
It's torturing, seeing him happy with someone else, which should've been you, could've been you. That smile would have stretch on his lips for you, because it had always been for you.
But now is different. Now is just you, eyes focused on the road ahead, where there was no Satoru walking on the same path, and him, walking in the direction right past your shoulder. And he didn't glance at you. Didn't seem to notice that it was you who was only a touch far away as he took a step. Didn't seem to know that it was his greatest love that brushed past him.
“Did your hands find her waist when she got sloppy? After just a few Manhattans in Berlin, would you kiss her goodnight, would you walk her inside? Did you hope the nights would never ever end? And again.”
“What's wrong, Satoru?”
His head shot up at the voice. Luna, his date, looked at him worriedly. He had been going on dates for quite a while now, after finally and barely getting over the break up that had occured years ago. And Luna was the first girl he had a second date with after the many failed attempts of other blind dates, that turned into another date. Until a month passed with her.
To Satoru, she was perfect. He didn't want to admit it. To him, everything will always be about you. But now, he's trying to make it seem like it's not, as he focused on everything about Luna instead.
“Nothing's wrong.” He smiled forcefully to assure her. He grabs her waist, leading her around the bustling crowd of the city to go on about their date. And she gives him a smile, a smile that always made him feel guilty.
“But answer the question, did you like her in the morning?”
At some point, maybe he did. He liked that feeling of the morning kisses and the smell of coffees and pancakes. He loved that quiet night time of nothing but the sound of their breaths, and the beat of their hearts. He liked the soft touches and taking her home, and kissing her forehead.
He liked the feeling.
But he was cursed. In every corner, every unknown face, every single girl he met, he will always try to find them in you. He liked the feeling, but it was never with you.
And he knows, whatever he had with this new girl, it will never last. Like it always did after you happened.
Because he's looking back. He's tilting his head to glance at your direction, clenching his fist as he stops himself from calling, from asking how you were, from pulling you back to him.
Just like you, he didn't know if you saw him cross paths with you. He hopes you noticed. He hopes you knew it was him. He hopes you'd look back too. Yet, he also hopes you wouldn't look back either, and see him with another, because it will pain him to see the look on your face, whether it be pain or acceptance.
This will always be the cruelest reality that the two of you will never accept. Satoru will always hope that it was you right next to him. And you will always hope that you have never let him go.
Cursing under your breath, you hobble your way into the school gym where the basketball court was located. You were going to meet your friends but got held up in a meeting, so time just slipped away. The thought of missing an opportunity to spend time with them hurt so you rushed off as soon as you could and finally made it. Upon entering you spot your best friend, Satoru, sitting alone on the floor, slouched over and looking somewhat defeated. It's a rare sight to see him like this, and concern immediately fills your heart. Gojo is undeniably attractive, with his silver hair and mesmerising eyes, but what you cherish most about him is your friendship. He brought something unique to your dull life, something to look forward to. He was a major part in your solar system, your bright and burning star, or rather the silver moon.
With gentle steps, you approach him, your heart racing with worry and your brows furrow in concern. "Baby, what's wrong?" You cooed. "Are you okay?" you softly inquire, crouching down beside him.
He looks up at you, a criminally adorable pout laced his face as his cheeks squished against the ball and a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Nothing to worry about, beautiful. Just a little bruise, that's all," he replies but his eyes are solemn, his usual charm not fully masking the discomfort in his voice. He's like a kicked puppy.
You can't help but frown, "A bruise? What happened, angel? Should I beat someone up?" Gojo's pout solidifies at your concern. "Well, you know me, always getting into some trouble. It's nothing to worry about, really."
"But I do worry, Toru," you say sincerely, reaching out to cup his face in your hands. Your touch is gentle, and you can feel the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. "You know I hate seeing you hurt. You're too precious for pain." it's probably not that deep but he was practically an angel to you. You would kiss his toe if he stubbed it— if they were clean that is…
He leans into your touch, basking the comfort you offer. "Well, it hurts just a little," he murmurs. He's so needy, he looks up at you with his baby blue eyes, pleading. He knows he can get his way with you, because you do the same to him. When your eyes meet they connect, and you stare at each other adoringly.
Just then, you notice a figure approaching from the corner of your eye. It's Geto. He rolls his eyes at the sight of you comforting Gojo once again, especially after he out— played him at basketball. But you're too focused on your friend to pay much attention.
"Gojo, you really should be more careful," you gently scold, your fingers tracing soothing patterns on his cheek, as you soothe his head.
He chuckles softly, "I know, I know. I promise I'll be more careful next time, just for you." He's not weak, neither are you— but he's addicted to this kind of attention.
Unable to resist the impulse, you lean in and plant a soft, tender kiss on the bruise, trying to take away some of his pain with your affection. Gojo's eyes widen in surprise, but he quickly relaxes and closes his eyes, savouring the gesture. He loves you so much, he can't help but smile. His ego is inflated as he pretends to whimper, coaxing more kisses out of you and you soothe him some more.
Geto huffs disapprovingly, muttering something about you spoiling Gojo too much— I mean he was right, but you ignore him for now. Your attention is solely on Gojo, and you're glad to see him smile again when you pull l away. He's giddy, and cannot hide his joy.
"Thank you," Gojo says, his voice soft and sincere as he opens his eyes to meet yours. "You always know how to make me feel better, (N/n)."
You grin back at him, "That's what friends are for, right?" He puts the ball down now, looking up at you through his luscious lashes. Gojo leans closer, his forehead resting against yours, Shoko and Geto fading into the background. "You're not just a friend, you know. You're something more to me." Your lips parted as words failed to form. Your heart skips a beat, the proximity to him causing butterflies to flutter in your stomach. "Really?" you whisper, breathless.
He nods, his eyes full of affection. "Really. And I hope that's okay with you." Holy fucking shit. He straight up confessed. You swallow hard, as a wave of happiness washes over you, and you can't help but smile wider. "It's more than okay, Toru. You mean a lot to me too." His grin is wide, and suddenly his bruise is forgotten as he quite literally tackles you. The two of you laugh bard, as he peppers your face in kisses. "Oh my God, get a room."
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cw: bullying, slightly suggestive, misogyny if you squint
part two, part three
imagine gojo being your high school bully
he's the hottest, wealthiest guy at your school and practically has a plethora of people worshipping him at all times. unfortunately though, his eyes are on you.
he uses his sweet, condescending voice on you just to make you feel that much smaller. and of course, he's always the top of the class.
"y'know, maybe this class isn't for you if you're falling behind so easily."
"you don't need to worry about math honey, you can just marry some rich guy to take care of you."
"aww, come on, why do you always look like you're about to cry? what did i ever do to you, huh?"
all his friends like to join in as well, making it painful to walk past him in the hallways. people seem to always accidentally bump into you or push you against the lockers. you don't know how to explain the bruises to your parents.
he also likes to play this game where he will stand in front of you whilst you're walking to class. his big body prevents you from walking around him until you politely ask him to move.
"there you go, see what using your words can do? smart girl."
of course he's made a nickname for you, one that sends a pang of dread into your chest every time you hear it.
"hey, genius! i bet you failed that chem test, huh. yeah, i thought so. why don't you just drop out already?"
it all feels to much and overflows when one night, he stumbles into the local library you're studying at. it's already quite late and you're trying to prevent the tears from falling, because damn it you just don't know how to do this one question.
you don't notice him until he scoffs at your watery eyes.
"wow, are you really crying?"
you nearly jump out of your seat, and quickly wipe away the tears. it's already too late however as he drags a seat closer to you and sits down. he takes a look at your paper and how it's littered in scribbles and frustrated rubbing out.
"come on, we just went over this today."
"l-leave me a-alone." you sniffle, mad at the way your voice wobbles and weakens. gojo gives you another look, and almost softens.
"you're overthinking it."
"fuck off."
"hey, come on. let me help you." he grabs your pencil and paper, drawing a square for his own working out.
"you didn't need to do this. you just carry the one and-"
"can't you just leave me alone!" you yell, gathering your stuff and storming out, leaving him with your piece of paper and pencil.
he watches dumbfoundedly, shocked at your reaction when he was just trying to help. shit, maybe his teasing really was too much for you.
maybe he needs to give you a little break from school, get you used to relaxing at home. he doesn't want his pretty housewife-in-training to be too stressed out, does he?
bully!gojo who watches you closely the next day at school.
he can see how much you've been crying from the look of your puffy face and how you skipped mascara today, but he smiles when you sit in your usual seat in chemistry and take out your new laptop.
he nearly giggles at the sight of it. little old you with something new, something expensive. would you even know what to do with it? he watches as you open it up and avoid his gaze at all costs, opting to bite your nails and pretend to read notes instead.
gojo waits until the teacher walks in before he suddenly switches seats, choosing the one next to you which is almost always empty. a girl who was originally next to him gasps, clearly annoyed (and jealous) at his choice.
your eyes widen when you see him there, and you can feel your face redden. what do you even say? thank you? i hate you? his actions have sent you through a whirlwind, confused on his intentions and his feelings.
he looks at you until you look at him, to which he smiles. as the teacher begins handing out the test, he speaks soflty.
"so, smart enough to figure that one out, huh?" he says, using his pen to point to your new laptop. you're quiet for a moment, before you weakly shoot back.
"t-there would be nothing to figure out if you didn't break my old one." immediately, you regret it. when you meet his eyes again, they're intense and nearly blank, as if he didn't hear you entirely.
"i thought you would have learned your lesson, or maybe you just don't know how to thank me." a wave of dread washes over you, regretting your confidence. he offers you another smile, although it's tense. he sighs.
"i'll give you one more chance. say 'thank you satoru', and i shall forgive you."
you look at him for a moment, face reddening again before you speak.
"thank you, satoru."
his eyes seem to brighten and he smiles, back to his usual cocky self. your teacher places the test in front of you both before turning back to sit at his desk. gojo takes the opportunity to slide his desk closer to yours.
your eyes widen in realisation. is he gonna help you, cheat? no, no no no. you're already doing bad enough, you don't need cheating adding to that.
gojo nearly laughs at your panic, shaking his head as he begins the test. you sigh and open the first page onto to realise, oh, shit. the lack of study and abundance of crying you did last night is definitelty not helping. you think about it for a moment before decidng to steal a glance at gojo's paper, eyebrows widening when you see he is already holding it up for you.
you complete the test like that, planting a few wrong answers but otherwise perfecting it. you hand in your paper at the end, eyes diverted in guilt.
the bell rings and gojo stands, watching you pack up your stuff.
"well, you gonna thank me?"
"thank you, satoru."
"good. y'know, i really think this little trading system is gonna work real well."
"but, what am i giving you?" you ask, brows furrowed in confusion. he smiles warmly, turning to leave.
"oh don't worry sweetness, we can figure that out another time."
even though he is doing his best to seem friendly, you can't help but worry about what this little trading system will involve.
