"No more secrets, Satoru. I mean it. If we do this… if I let you back in… I get the real you. I want the real you. I want the monsters and the ridiculous schedule. I want the truth."
Satoru Gojo has the world at his feet. As the untouchable CEO of Gojo Enterprise, he is bored, brilliant, and richer than God. But when he storms into a closing bakery demanding the last limited-edition strawberry daifuku, he meets the one thing he can’t buy: Riho Minami.
Riho, an exhausted 23-year-old baker, refuses to sell him her dinner, no matter how many black cards he flashes. Intrigued by her defiance, Satoru begins a relentless, chaotic pursuit of the "Stubborn-chan" who treats him like a normal human.
But as his world bleeds into her quiet life, they must decide if a love that breaks all the rules is worth the cost.
PAIRING: MENTOR/TEACHER!SATORU GOJO x MENTEE/STUDENT READER
WARNINGS: rage baiting; age gap; pregnancy accusations (she is not pregnant); student x teacher stuff is kinda implied with subtle undertones (and I mean subtle) BUT nothing happens and is kinda up to interpretation
꩜ POV ꩜: You're sick as a dog and Gojo is a massive idiot
You bury your face deeper into a pillow, your throat swollen closed and eyes blurry. A frankly disgusting amount of snot has fused your nasal pathways shut. Making you breathe out of your mouth like an idiot, sucking in huge gasps of air that make you feel like a fish out of water.
There's lukewarm mug of tea on your bedside table, on that you got up, went through the trouble of making, only to get a wave of sweats that left you sticky and overheated. And most definitely not in the mood for tea.
Sweat-soaked sheets tangle around your limbs like a vice, trapping you to your bed in a sick heap, you groan as your hair gets trapped under you, tugging harshly.
Large thundering footsteps pulse through the halls of the girls dorm and you groan. What now? What could possibly be going on that could warrant this much noise when you feel like you're on you're plague death bed with men in bird masks hovering over you.
Walls shake as your door bursts open with one frantic kick from your Sensei. "Explain-! Explain right now?! What the fuck is this kid, because I swear-!" He shouts.
You let out a small gurgle as you poke your head out from the mountain of blankets, the movement making your body rack with chills while somehow making you feel unbearably hot. "Eurgh… what do you want, Satoru?"
"I would like to know who exactly my favorite student has been screwing around with-! And why she would deign not to use protection! Seriously- you're smarter than this!" Satoru screeches, running a large hand through his hair as he goes through all twenty stages of grief.
You frown deeply, brain fog making it hard to decipher what exactly he's talking about, especially with how he's flapping around, your bleary eyes unable to catch what he is holding.
"Don't give me that adorably confused pout! You know what you did!" Your teacher bellows, making your ears ring as he wags his finger at you like you're a misbehaving dog.
"No, I really don't." You grumble, too tired to deal with whatever he's pissed about, you cover your head with your comforter and immediately regret it because there's less air under here for your unoptimized lungs to scrape together.
Your head is pounding worse from all of Satoru's yelling and you pray to anything that is listening that he will just fuck off and let you die of the flu like every peasant from the 1600's.
"Kid- no, get out of the blanket fortress right now or I swear I will-" Satoru huffs when you make no moves to obey, grabbing handfuls of your sweaty blankets and yanks them straight off your body and onto the floor.
You groan in pain and slight delirium. "Noooooooo."
"Yessssss you little fucking shit-" He hisses in response. "Now tell me WHO IS THE FATHER?!"
You freeze at his words, your sickness brain fog finally lifting from the sheer absurdity of his words. "WHO is the father of WHAT?"
"I am so sick of you playing dumb-" Satoru cuts himself off, digging a hand into his back pocket and shoving a piece of plastic in your face. "I know you're pregnant."
You stay silent as you stare at the plastic, your brain blue screening ; he takes that as fuel to keep going. "I cannot believe you- you're supposed to be my responsible student- the one who doesn't do stupid shit! and now you're pregnant!"
He leans in, blue eyes wide as he stares into your own. "Imagine my surprise when I go into your bathroom to wash my hands and see THIS resting by the sink!!"
"You're an idiot."
His jaw twitches,"Excuse me?"
"That's a fucking thermometer. I'm sick. I have a FEVER." You grit out, yanking the plastic from him and sticking it in your mouth. A few seconds later it beeps with your new, extremely high temperature.
He blinks once, then twice, before his face goes paler than it already was. "it seems I've made a miscalculation…"
"A MISCALCULATION- fuck, if I wasn't sick I would kick your ass, Sensei!!" Clumsily, you yank your blankets back over your chest.
"I can't believe you came in here like this- on a warpath!" You gripe, a headache from the pressure of your sinuses- and yelling, forming.
He winces. "I'm sorry…?"
"OH YOURE SORRY ARENT YOU?? I bet you are motherfucker!!" You shout, the sound very pathetic from your sore throat. Like a mix of a demon possessed squeaky toy and sandpaper.
"When would I even have TIME to get pregnant you absolute clown?! Between acting as your unofficial TA, and being a sorcerer I'm lucky if I have time to sleep a full four hours- let alone have my brain fucked out!!" You scream, throwing the thermometer right at his face, it connects, because he knows using infinity would make you even angrier.
"I do your paperwork- I grade my own papers AND my classmates, I spend hours trying to read Yuuji's cursive, my spine hunched over like a shrimps as a wield a magnifying glass-!! And you think I have time for hookups?!? I wish!! I wish I had time!!" You scream, rabbit kicking him pathetically from where he stands by your bed.
"And for fucks sake- look at my options! Yuuji has a demon inside him- Megumi is obviously gay-! Panda is a fucking panda." You rant. "and don't get me started on Inumaki. Can you imagine his dirty talk? Ohhhh this puss is so salmon roe!!"
Gojo snorts at that and you level him with the glare of a thousand suns. "oh this- this is funny now?! you think this is a joke?!"
"No- kid of course not." He stutters, raising his hands placatingly.
"GetTheFuckOut-" You command pointing a finger to the door. "Get out before I tell Yaga what depraved things you've been doing to his cursed dolls.
Satoru flinches, tripping over one of your hoodies in his haste to escape the room.
"BRING ME BACK SOUP, COUGH MEDICINE AND POPSICLES YOU, ASSHOLE!!"
Chapter 10: The Confession (Adding more on their date scene)
Satoru Gojo has the world at his feet. But when he storms into a closing bakery demanding the last limited-edition strawberry daifuku, he meets the one thing he can’t buy: Riho Minami.
Riho, an exhausted 23-year-old baker, refuses to sell him her dinner, no matter how many black cards he flashes. Intrigued by her defiance, Satoru begins a chaotic pursuit of the “Stubborn-chan”.
But as his world bleeds into her quiet life, they must decide if a love that breaks all the rules is worth the cost.
Satoru Gojo has the world at his feet. But when he storms into a closing bakery demanding the last limited-edition strawberry daifuku, he meets the one thing he can’t buy: Riho Minami.
Riho, an exhausted 23-year-old baker, refuses to sell him her dinner, no matter how many black cards he flashes. Intrigued by her defiance, Satoru begins a chaotic pursuit of the “Stubborn-chan”.
But as his world bleeds into her quiet life, they must decide if a love that breaks all the rules is worth the cost.
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