gojo satoru x reader, rival!gojo, nonsorcerer!au, academic!au
in hindsight, you realize maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to sneak into the boys locker room. however, you were backed against a wall with no other choices, and gojo satoru’s locker contained something that could kill you from embarrassment should he ever discover it’s contents; your diary.
specifically, a page you had written when you were young and naive and undeniably in love with him in 8th grade. it was a long time ago. before you had entered high school, where he became your rival and arch-nemesis. no one could really blame you for your crush though. gojo had always been the class heartthrob, but you knew that if he found out, he’d never let you live it down.
you hadn’t meant for him to find it, for anyone to find it, but you accidentally put it with your textbooks in your bag the night before. the issue is, you made plans to study at the library during your free period, and had emptied everything in your backpack onto the table. you turned your back for a second, one second to pick up the pencil you had dropped on the floor, and the next thing you knew, the bane of your existence was skipping away with your diary in his hands.
somehow, someway, the universe always seems to favor the boy with starlight in his hair and oceans in his eyes. that becomes glaringly obvious when your plan to crack the code on his locker fails. before you can even come up with a plan b, you hear the voice of the last person you wanted to see right now from behind you. “what exactly do you think you’re doing, brat?”
the thing about gojo satoru was, he had everything; wealth, influence, intelligence, looks, connections, popularity, an endless list of girls lining up for a chance with him. it infuriated you, that he looked down at you, that he thought he was better than you. you had accomplished as much as he had with absolutely none of the privileges.
your family, although supportive, did not have nearly enough money to send you to this prestigious school, relying on your hard earned scholarships to pay your way. you worked hard, studying long hours, to be one of the top students in your class, second to only gojo himself. you did extracurriculars to build your resume for college, and even took on a part time job to help with your household finances.
so why the hell was this spoiled, rotten child, who has always been handed things on a silver platter, calling you a brat?
you close your eyes, allowing yourself a moment to breath and collect yourself before slowly turning around to face him. and much like every other decision that has led you to this moment, you end up regretting it.
he adorns nothing but a towel hung low on his waist, hair wet and water dripping down his chest. you feel your cheeks burn, and try your best to appear unbothered by the sight. “what does it look like, idiot?” you seethe, ignoring the stares of the other boys who were also freshly showered and filtering into the locker room. “i’m trying to get back what you stole.”
at that, the corner of gojo’s lips quirk up into a taunting smirk. “first of all, i didn’t steal it.” you shift nervously as he steps closer to you. “second of all, it’s not my fault you left it unattended.”
“i didn’t leave it unattended!” you immediately defend yourself. “i wouldn’t have looked away for a second if i knew you were such a thief!”
“right.” gojo scoffs, his eyes rolling before finding yours again. “well maybe if you weren’t this irresponsible, you wouldn’t always be second place.”
that stupid comment has your eyes narrowing at him and blood boiling beneath your skin. he’s baiting you, you realize, trying to get a reaction and rise out of you, like he always does. but at this point, you can’t really find it in you to contain yourself like usual. before you can think it through, your rage, embarrassment, and shame has your fist flying towards his face, where it collides with his jaw.
you hear both shocked and amused gasps from onlookers, and you watch in horror as the gym teacher pushes his way through the crowd. “principals office. now.” he grits out, and you feel your heart drop. as you walk away, you spare a glance at gojo, only to see him staring into the space you were once standing, with that irritating smirk on his face.