Teacher!Gojo x Student!Reader headcanons
a/n: heres the second top vote for the headcanon poll! can you tell i LOVE silly, TOUCHY gojo? (˶˃⤙˂˶) and how did this reach 1k words...
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“Tighten your core”
A warm, large hand settles between your shoulder blades. Another rests on the small of your back, his hands pressing forward softly, maneuvering your positioning to his will.
“Its all in your stance. That’s your foundation” His breath fans your ear, hot and targeted – with him looming over you from behind.
Slowly, his hands glide over you till both settle on each sides of your waist; large hands consuming you.
“Are you following along?” His fingers grip your waist slightly tighter, tapping his fingers twice over where he’s holding – a second reminder to activate your core.
You nod, not trusting yourself enough to use your voice. It doesn’t take much for you to easily complying to all of his instructions and orders.
Slowly, to help you engage your body-to-mind connection, he pulls you ever so slightly back by your waist, closer into him. His hands mold your body to his touch, till his bodyheat starts tickling your back.
“Its all in the foundation, pretty. A bad foundation leads to a collapsing structure, mhm?” he hums into your ear, his hands slowly disappearing around you, returning to his side.
“Now, show me what I just taught you” He steps back, hands slipping into his pockets, movements too calm and casual and you're left to act like you too are equally as unaffected.
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He wears his blindfolds the least around you, preferring to train you with his bright, watchful eyes on you, tracking your every movement to spot all your mistakes easier; or so he claims.
You pout. “That’s unfair. You’re already unbeatable as is.” You suggest a handicap. Just to make things a little more even and fair.
“Oh? And what would it be?” he tilts his head slightly to the side, that same infuriating teasing smile playing on his face.
“Your blindfolds” he quirks a brow at you, one side of his lips curling further upwards.
“Sure, knock your self out.” He doesn’t turn around for you himself, just stands there, hips thrusted to one side, waiting for you to come to him.
Slowly, reluctantly, you step closer, surprised he agreed to your request this fast. Rounding him, you take the blindfold from his hand, fingers brushing his oddly warm ones before you hastily wrap it around his wrists behind his back.
Going back to your spot, you adjust your stance – setting yourself.
The sight of him with his hands tied up behind his back brings a spark of satisfaction to you. He catches it, of course; smirking that slightly mock-amusement smirk of his.
“You think this will slow me down or something? Cute”
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His movements are too quick. Too cruel. His feet move far too fast for you to keep up.
His bright smile reaching his pretty eyes makes you think he’s doing it on purpose – outperforming you at a lever way above yours to get off on it.
He plays dirty and unfair.
“Focus” in a siwft motion, he’s suddenly standing behind you, speaking directly into your ear, glee threaded and intertwined in his tone. Soft and cruel, like poison in honey.
His hands are pushing you, and by the way his push lands you softly onto your stomach, you know he isn’t even breaking a sweat, going easy on you.
“If you lose, you'll have to fulfill your end of the deal and do as i say” His voice rings behind you, his footsteps approaching slowly as you groan, pushing yourself onto your elbows.
“No no, stay” Gojo sing-songs, looms over you. Slowly, he drops down until his knees hit the ground around you, caging you in under him. Leaning down with his hands still behind his back, he whispers “Im not done with you yet”
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“Come on, fight me back” he grits out between his teeth, pushing you harsher into the wall. You’re inside his indoor training room he uses for one-on-one spars – usually with either you or Megumi. The lights are starting to feel too bright, and the air clammier between you two.
He has his long fingers wrapped around both of your wrists, giving them one quick squeeze when he notices your mind is elsewhere.
“The curses won’t wait for you to get back on track. Now, fight me.” He repeats, huffing softly under his breath.
But you’re not complying. At least, not in his eyes.
You’re squirming too much, barely able to push him off you, still stuck against the wall when he isn’t even gripping you as hard as he could.
You’ve seen that man split curses in half with his bare hands before – you know he’s holding back.
You give a small, weak tug on your wrists, doing little to nothing.
He only presses closer, pushing himself further into you until you're flush against the wall.
“If you want to break free, then prove it. Fight back.”
“…”
You’re too quiet, your eyes flickering between the two light oceans staring back at you this closely.
He mirrors your actions, his own gaze mapping out your expression. His jaw ticks.
With one swift motion, he pushes himself off of you, leaving you leaning against the wall, his back to you.
“You’re too comfortable with getting stuck. I won’t go easy on you next time” He huffs out, practically growling at you. Pushing the sliding doors open, he steps out without looking back at you once.
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He usually takes you for ice cream after training you till your body aches – a small motivation to move forward.
He only grants you this after being too harsh on you, his hands being too fast to grip you, sending you blow after blow while he watches comfortably.
He enjoys that, pushing you to your limits and beyond.
The ice cream is there to compensate for it so you don’t hate him for eternity.
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He takes you shopping with Nobara as well, holding both of your hands like you’re kindergarten students on a school trip with your teacher.
However, the way his hand gripps yours – long fingers wrapping around yours, hot skin pressing into your palm – is not childish, per say.
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