── .✦ 𝒲𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓌𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 ᯓ★
pairing : gojo x reader
tags : angst :: hurt/comfort :: eventual smut :: old friends to lovers :: slow burn :: canon compliant
wc : 2,2k
Y/n handed over her work to her boss. He stared at the papers like they were written in a different language.
“Is this all? You had so much time.”
“If you keep handing over this dead-end work, I can’t let you work here anymore. This is too plain, too boring, too average.”
The words hit her like paper cuts. She knew she would start crying if she looked him in the eyes now, so she fidgeted with her fingers and stared at the dark brown wooden floor of the company she worked in. Large windows, a faint smell of coffee and sweat lingering in the air. All of a sudden, everything around her seemed so distant, as if this was her first day here. Leaving the Jujutsu world was one of the best decisions she had ever made, right? It had to be. She was a plain sorcerer. Even with hard training from morning to night, she could never compare to her comrades. She was sick of being compared to them. This misery had to end.
Who would have known that living a normal life after being so damaged since childhood would be so difficult?
This whole week had been shitty. It was like the world was playing some huge joke on her that she didn’t know about. Humiliating.
“I’m sorry, I’ll work on it. I promise.”
Outside, it was pouring. The sky was grey. Cars passed by quickly, probably on their way home to their loving families, citizens running with their work bags over their heads to protect themselves from the rain. Y/n, of course, had no car.
Dammit.
She grabbed one of the umbrellas from the umbrella stand, silently hoping a coworker would offer to take her home. But who was she kidding?
They hated her, ignored her, and excluded her. She was never invited to dinners or drinks after work, even when the whole team was. To them, she was always invisible. Someone you could dump your work on because she had low self-esteem and would always say, “Yeah, no problem,” with that uncertain smile.
Y/n couldn’t do it anymore. She hated feeling used. But she was too much of a coward to stand up for herself, too scared to lose the job that didn’t even pay her enough for the work she completed. Oh right, the work that wasn’t even decent enough for her boss not to comment on.
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On her way home, she walked by a new bakery. She had passed it a couple of times, wondering if she would ever find someone to visit it with. She stopped abruptly in front of it. Screw it, she didn’t need anyone to do anything with her.
The doorbell rang as she entered. Her steps steady, the warmth of laughter from the people and the sweet scent of freshly baked cookies and brewed coffee immediately wrapped around her.
“Hello, what can I get for you?” asked a young worker with a cute smile, rosy cheeks, and hair in an effortless, classy bun.
Y/n pointed at the red velvet cake with “Happy Birthday!” written on it.
“This one, please.”
“Oh, how exciting. Is it your birthday?”
“What—oh, no, it’s for a friend.”
Liar.
She handed over the money. The young woman packed the cake into a shiny box with the bakery’s name on it, tied a big golden ribbon around it, and placed it into a paper bag along with a card wishing “your friend” the best birthday ever.
Y/n couldn’t wait to get home, where she could binge-watch her favorite shows and eat the birthday cake she had bought just for herself.
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After searching for her keys for what felt like years, she finally found the right one and entered her apartment quickly. She threw off her wet jacket and her shoes. Later, she took a warm, bubbly bath to calm herself from the stress of the day.
Getting out of the bathtub, she put on her fluffy bathrobe and an expensive face mask. She settled down on the couch and did what she knew best.
The cake was soft inside, with sweet frosting and sprinkles. Y/n had had a sweet tooth since birth.
Suddenly, her mind drifted to a person she hadn’t seen or talked to in years. Gojo Satoru. When they were teenagers, they would go to cafés and bakeries all the time, trying new pastries and milkshake flavors.
He was her best friend. Things got tense when she told him about leaving Jujutsu High, and after that, they never heard from each other again.
She put on her silk pyjamas and lay down on her bed, still thinking about him. All the memories and pain they shared. The times he had comforted her when her parents were being assholes, or when he opened up to her about the struggles of being the strongest. She felt a deep sting in her chest. Suguru had left before her, so that meant she left Satoru all by himself to suffer. She was one of the very few people who knew how he felt inside, how vulnerable he was, like a delicate flower. But he put on a mask and wore it like it was destined to be.
Shit, was she too selfish?
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The next day, she had a day off. Finally sleeping in, she decided to dress up and run some errands in Tokyo. Life in Shibuya was solid, but nothing could compare to the shopping opportunities in Tokyo.
She put down her hair and applied some makeup, not too eye-catching but enough to enhance her natural beauty. A short skirt and a cute blouse. She was ready to go.
Gojo was having an ordinary day. Except the temperatures were pretty high in Tokyo, and Nobara and Yuji had convinced him to take a trip into town after one of their missions. Megumi wasn’t too impressed, the hot weather made him more tense than usual, but he decided to go along anyway.
Y/n was browsing through shops, a few bags in her hand. It felt nice enjoying herself and doing something she liked, like getting her nails done and buying cute clothes, knowing they would probably just rot in her closet.
Y/n was standing at a little market stand when Gojo abruptly felt a familiar cursed energy.
It was her, no doubt, he thought. Leaving the group, he followed the energy, getting closer until the air carried a subtle scent of fresh laundry with a hint of vanilla. Then he saw her silhouette. He knew it was Y/n. He stood there, unable to believe it. All these years he had forced himself to forget her, but now just sensing her made something in him shift. His heart started racing. Raising a hand to his chest to steady himself, he finally walked up to her, closing the distance.
She heard familiar, steady steps and her head snapped toward the sound, first looking down and then up at his dashing face. His beautiful eyes were covered by a black blindfold, different from the round sunglasses she remembered. His snow-white hair had grown longer, sticking up in soft spikes. Her mouth opened, too stunned to speak, before he broke the silence.
“You like what you see, perv?” A wide grin appeared on his face.
“Satoru—” she gasped.
“Long time no see, huh? You look great.”
At long last, she could think straight again.
“Yeah, thank you. So, how’s it going? You still a teacher?” she asked, a little awkwardly, looking to the side.
“Well, of course. Watcha doin’ here? I thought ya lived in Shibuya. Thinkin’ about coming back?” His grin grew even more after seeing her a little red-faced.
“No, I’ll never return. I already told you that. And I’m only here for shopping, so if you’ll excuse me, I would like to continue in peace.”
“Shibuya has a big shopping center. Just say you wanted to see me,” he replied teasingly.
“Oh please. I went all these years without you, I certainly don’t want to see you now,” she bickered back, knowing he wasn’t quite lying.
The three students noticed their teacher’s absence and quickly followed him. But when they saw who he was talking to, they hid behind a market stand to watch.
“Is that his girlfriend?” Yuji asked, confused.
“No way he bagged her. She’s way too pretty for him,” Nobara argued.
Megumi’s eyes widened when he looked at her. Back when she still worked at Jujutsu High, Gojo and she had taken care of him and his sister. She had even acted like a mother figure when he got into trouble at school.
“That’s not his girlfriend. She’s an old friend and a former sorcerer and teacher from Jujutsu High,” he said calmly.
“No way, look at the way he’s looking at her,” Yuji argued.
For a moment, Gojo went silent. His head whipped back, staring at the three innocent teenagers.
“Oh shit, they caught us,” Nobara sighed.
a/n hi ladies this will definitely be a serie and i‘m so excited for this beacause it‘s my first serie everrr😝