“of course.” his mouth curved in ease and familiarity, a reflex practiced into place.
“but you’ve been frowning since we got here,” you pouted, “you neve-”
“how can you tell?” he asked, faintly amused. “i’m wearing a blindfold.”
you let your gaze rest on him, careful and measured, “i just know.”
satoru frowned upon realizing that he had once again failed to put a layer of infinity around his abdomen. despite living in a world of curses, he had always hated the hollow press and pull; he could not fully wrap his thoughts around it, yet it had become something familiar– a persistent tug reminding him that it has always been his choice to declare you as someone he must never reach.
Summary: Satoru knows you're not together, but the lack of attention you're giving him is making him upset. Please give the strongest a green light signal before his feelings for you explode!
Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader
Warnings: Mature content
Words: 800+
A/N: Just a Satoru brain rot that I need to put out in the world or else I can't focus on my school works :< enjoy!
Gojo is aware that his presence is impossible to miss.
An existence that submerges everyone deep into the divinity that he possesses. Despite having the same physical embodiment as every other sorcerer, the limitless space that favors him fills the void between average and God.
Yet, you, his longest term colleague aside from Shoko, had the audacity to giggle, like a schoolgirl in love, at something on your phone rather than paying attention to the sorcerer who shook the entire Jujutsu world.
Even if Shoko needs to burn her lungs with a whole pack of cigarettes to bear listening to his senseless rambles, Shoko never ignored him.
His chest swelled with agony. Did you grow tired of him? He thought.
He skipped a meeting with the principals to be with you, and you're ignoring him! That's unfair!
He dragged his gaze back to you, the type where you’d mistake his intense stare for a glance. He wants to be subtle.
The look on your face made his stomach turn. Who the hell is making you look so adorable right now?
He’d already seen that expression before– lips slightly parted, wide eyes, and a faint tint of red painted on your cheeks.
You ask almost all of your colleagues to go out for coffee, even Yaga, but never him. Maybe because you’re considerate enough to consider that he prefers drinks that scream diabetes at first sip. Still, he invited himself for you to bring along.
It was a typical coffee shop, nothing out of the ordinary and certainly not worth the three-mile walk. He is well aware that it was not entirely to your liking. You like your coffee strong, and you prefer a shop atmosphere with few people, preferably quiet, as opposed to this coffee shop, which is crammed with students. But he remained silent. He's confident that you have your own trusty reason, besides, you have always been a charitable person.
That is, until one of the baristas called you 'darling’.
He did not miss how your face lit up and how you bit your bottom lip shyly. He forgot to ruin your little moment with the person behind the counter because the look on your face was far too adorable for him. Unfair! He marched into Shoko's clinic the moment he realized you weren't there for coffee.
“Shoko, I think I’m sick!” He whined.
“Satoru, You can’t get sick,” Shoko replied as she took a cigarette from the pocket of her lab coat . He’s going to talk her ears off, she’s sure. “Germs can’t reach you.”
“I can feel my heart beating too fast, it’s fluttering! My stomach also is feeling weird, it feels tight. I’m also a bit dizzy,” Gojo plopped on one of the beds, “It must be because of the caffeine right?”
Shoko smirked, “Ah, you found out about it already?”
“Well, I guess the cure to my life threatening sickness is to tell Y/N to stop going to that coffee shop with a tanned skinned barista,”
“Y/N said that his piercings were cool and attractive.”
The sound of your giggle brought him back to reality. He was taken aback when he realized that a small smile was already formed on his lips. So unfair.
He began counting how many minutes had passed and his patience gradually wore thin.
Playing with the small piece of jewelry that lies on his tongue, he slid into the sofa next to you, peeking at your phone.
It turns out you were reading some comedy manhwa on your phone. You made him nervous for nothing, it’s unfair.
The sound of his booming laughter draws your attention to him. Finally.
“Satoru,” You looked up to him, “You need anything?”
He shook his head and plopped the both of you down on the sofa, entangling you in his arms.
He vaguely wonders how would you react if he asked you if you want to fuck him at this moment. Not that he’s a horny mess, but he wants to know if you will finally notice the space that he voluntarily let you enter?
“You can tell me anything.” You softly said in his ear, your hand making its way through his hair.
“Stop being unfair!” He wants to protest, but reminds himself that you may be standing on a thin line where comfort and discomfort meets. Instead, he let himself rest against you.
Consequences and risks are alien to him. He was sure.
Oddity only occurs when he’s with you.
Tracing letters on your back, his fingers started to tremble. This is not how he pictured it. It’s supposed to be easy, like teaching Megumi how to summon his shikigami. He found himself clueless in this gamble with you. This is the most difficult curse he encountered. Even with the six eyes, he did not foresee the madness that he entered himself. The chaos in his chest. He repeated to trace the letters on your back, he wanted to engrave it on your skin, a long due assurance that was eventually bound to come.
You had him breathless as he noticed your eyes crinkled at the edges and the corners of your lips turned upwards, it’s over.
