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Being best friends with Gojo Satoru since highschool had its perks, and downs… Indeed, you never expected, that on a friday morning, half asleep and putting some order in your files, you would receive this demand :
“I need you to act like my girlfriend,” exclaims Satoru out of nowhere when suddenly entering the empty classroom in a loud bang.
You raise your head, only to meet the blindfolded man closing the door behind him and walking quickly towards you. Unfazed by his morning outburst, long used to his weird antics, you sigh and stretch on your seat.
“Bro, what ? It’s too early for me to indulge in your weird ass roleplays like last time-” you start to answer, watching him drag a chair towards you and sitting on it. He leans towards your figure as he interrupts you.
“No no no, not like last time. Come on, I’m not joking. I really need your help and for you to act like my girlfriend ! Pretty please ?” he almost begs, clapping his hands together and pouting his lips as an imploration.
You look at him deadpan. Gojo Satoru was unpredictable, and him asking you this favor, actually didn’t look weird to you, as it was something almost considered normal in your daily life with him.
“Like, right now ? Is someone coming ? One of your fans ? I swear, I’m not dealing with them again, because their Gojo fanclub almost killed me-” you once more start to rumble, pointing at him as you recall this quite unfortunate moment when you had to mingle with the crazy fans of the great Gojo Satoru. But he quickly cuts you off by grabbing your hands in his, his large palms englobing yours firmly.
“No fans, I promise. It’s tonight, and the elders have literally forced me for months to attend one of their boring fancy ass gatherings with other clans. I know they want to take the opportunity to make me meet some people for possible arranged marriages, and there is no way in hell I'll participate in this without destroying their plan. So please, please, please, my sweet, amazing, beautiful, awesome y/n, pretend to be my girlfriend just for tonight !”
You blink, once, twice, before looking at him for a few seconds in silence. He squeezes your hands in his, as a way to emphasize his words and probably convince you to agree.
“So you want me to act like your girlfriend, to destroy all the hopes for a possible arranged marriage idea they would have at this gathering ? Wow, I feel like we are in ancient times. There is no way they really are trying to force you to marry someone,” you finally answer, chuckling nervously. Playing pretend with Satoru wasn’t a problem for you, you two already were pretty close. Instead, it was everything that would come with it that could be a problem.
Satoru sighs, and lets go of your hands before passing his fingers in his hair, clearly annoyed.
“Yup. They say it’s my duty, as The Strongest, and the head of the Gojo Clan, to soon marry and have heirs. I agree, their mentality is stuck 200 years ago. But look at them, all wrinkles and shit. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were born during the 18th century,” he tries to joke as he shakes his head before crossing his arms over his broad chest. You let out a laugh, before taking a deep breath.
“That sucks, I’m sorry. Of course I don’t mind helping you out, but they already know that we aren’t dating. So suddenly arriving tonight at this gathering, hand in hand, acting all lovey dovey, would be weird. Don’t you think so ?” you ask, raising an eyebrow and he hums at your words, thoughtful.
“I don’t care if they don’t believe it. The only thing that matters is to show that I’m already taken and can’t possibly get married to one of their daughters. That’s all. And hell, if you really wanna convince them, we could make out in front of everyone-” he ends up teasing as he lifts his blindfold to show you his blue eyes and wiggles his eyebrows playfully.
“Yeah, I’m not making out with you !” you interrupt him, rolling your eyes as you stand up from your chair. Satoru’s smile drops and he pouts.
“Awww, come on ! I know you secretly fantasize about that !” He stands up as well, following behind you, tall frame looming over your figure.
“You better stop or I will change my mind and not help you out,” you frown as you say that in a warning. You turn around to face your best friend and even point at him in an accusatory way. He lifts his hands up innocently.
“Ok, ok, geez. Can’t even joke anymore… Kids these days..” he huffs.
“Satoru…” you warn again.
“I mean thank you soooo much ! You really are the best !” he ends up exclaiming as his hands snake around your waist and bring you towards him. He starts to attack you with many kisses all over your cheeks, laughing while you squirm.
“What the hell ?!” you can’t help but laugh as well as he doesnt stop, on purpose doing big, fat, smooches on your plumpy skin.
Well, you were in for a long day. You just hoped that tonight wouldn’t be too chaotic. At least, not too chaotic. Because Gojo Satoru didn’t like sitting still.
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It was 6 P.M, and you were getting ready in your bedroom. Satoru explained to you how it will go, that he will come get you at your apartment, and both arrive together at the gathering at 7 P.M. You were wearing your dress halfway, as it wasn’t closed in the back. You still were deciding on what makeup to put, and the colors you will apply on your lips and eyes, wondering which one would be the best. As you sigh and look at yourself in the mirror of your vanity, your phone rings indicating a new message. It was Satoru saying he was early and would just come to your place and wait for you to finish getting prepared. You shrug, used to having him at your apartment.
At the same time, you hear keys and then the door of your home getting opened. In the past you did give him spare keys to your place, so you directly knew it was your best friend. You stand up from your vanity chair and walk towards the entrance. Your eyes lighten when you see Satoru wearing a tight black suit, and his hair combed backwards. His sunglasses fall over his nose and his tie is hanging somewhat loose on his collar. Oh, he really looked handsome. He already did everyday, and Satoru knew better than anyone else how charming he could be. But seeing him in this attire really did something to the butterflies in your stomach.
“Wow, look at you !” you exclaim, and Satoru walks quickly towards your figure, flashing a bright smile towards your direction.
“Says you,” his eyes glint while he stares at your body up and down, taking your hand and making you twirl on the tip of your toes.
“You arrive just in time, I need you to help me close my dress,” you say, and Satoru stabilizes you from the twirl as his hands land on your waist. He stands right behind you, and his warm fingers slowly slide on the naked exposed skin of your back for a second. You shiver head to toe, not expecting this touch.
“Satoru ?” you ask again as he still didn’t do what you demanded, raising an eyebrow.
“Ah, yeah. No problem,” he whispers, letting out what seemed like an awkward chuckle before zipping up the back of your dress in one go, as if he lingered too long he would burn himself. You felt the hotness of his breath on your nape, before stepping back.
“Here you go,” he says and you smile as you wink at him and walk towards your bedroom to continue your makeup.
“Thanks ! Now, since you are early, you will be my special stylist. You’ll help me choose my makeup,” you order him as you sit on the chair and he sits two meters away on the edge of your bed.
“I feel honored, here I can see the backstages of how you do your makeup,” he smiles as you roam through your drawers before taking out a palette with many different shades of colours. You turn slightly towards him, wanting his advice.
“What colour should I use for my eyes ?” you ask, and Satoru tilts his head as he passes his hand in his snowy white hair, analyzing what he sees. He hums, tapping his foot, before looking back up at your eyes. He stares at your irises in silence, deeply, and even if you are used to doing staring contests with your best friend for fun, it always felt destabilizing to look into the depth of blue in his eyes. It always felt like drowning, somewhat intimate and vulnerable, as you knew his Six eyes ability allowed him to see things about yourself that you couldn't even know.
“This one, it’ll make your eyes pop. Trust your boyfriend on this,” he says, casually dropping this name appellation for himself. You look at the colour before raising your eyebrows at what he said.
“We still aren’t playing pretend, Satoru. We are alone right now,” you chuckle as you turn back towards your mirror and start to apply the shade on your eyelid.
“And ? Have you never heard of practice ? I gotta get in the skin of my character, duh,” he justifies himself, and you can’t help but roll your eyes.
“Ok grand actor Gojo Satoru. You want an Oscar ?” you tease, now doing the other eye.
“Hey, don’t worry about that. I’ll play my role so well that even you will wonder if I’m really your boyfriend or not,” Satoru muses as you continue with your eye makeup and what you wanted to add as final touches.
“Oh yeah ? Then good luck with that,” you snort, applying the final touches of mascara.
“You don’t believe in my skills of being able to seduce you ?” his tempting voice is suddenly right next to your ear, and you realize that he teleported behind you. He looks at you cockily in the mirror, his hand on your shoulder. You get startled at first, not used to him using this tone of voice with you. For a second you felt your heart beating faster.
“Let me do my makeup in peace instead of annoying me before we even started your evil plan of acting like a couple,” you ignore his flirty joke, trying to focus back on what you were doing.
“Evil plan ? So does that make us partners in crime ?” he asks cheekily, the hand that was still on your shoulder squeezes the flesh.
“Who is Bonnie and who is Clyde ?” you laugh asking that, lifting your face to look at his blue eyes.
“Can I be Clyde ?” he demands like a kid, and you can’t help but snicker before grabbing two lip products, your favorites actually.
“Ok Clyde. Then tell me, what lipstick should I use ?” you end up questioning as you hold them in front of his face. He narrows his eyes, grabbing them, eyes darting in between your mouth and the makeup products. You don’t even realize that you end up licking your upper lip, focused on waiting for his verdict. He squints his eyes at what you just did.
“Hmmm… this one,” he ends up pointing at. You nod and open it before starting to apply it in front of the mirror.
“Why ?” you ask curiously, smudging your lips together to put the product evenly.
“Because it makes your lips look kissable ?” he answers as if it was the most logical answer, gazing at your reflection. You almost choke on your saliva before nudging him, which makes his smirk widder. This stupid bitch, he enjoys watching your reactions.
“I said we will not make out-”
“What ? I’m just saying ! If I wanna resemble a convincing boyfriend, isn’t it better if I always look like I wanna kiss you ?” he acts all innocent, even daring to pout at you and doing his usual puppy eyes behind his sunglasses.
“If you want it to work, I’ll just have to stick candies on my lips for you to want to look like you want to kiss me, because your sweet tooth is stronger than anything,” you joke, now doing the final touches of your overall makeup and hair, humming slightly.
“Hey, my sweet tooth is not that bad. And don’t worry, I don’t need candies for me to want to do so,” he drawls, stepping back to stare at you standing up. You approach the small box on your night stand and grab some jewelry to wear for tonight.
“I swear you are so annoying when you are flirty !” you groan as you smack the back of his head and he acts like you just gave him the worst pain ever, whining, even though he could have activated his infinity to block your slap. He wraps his arms around your waist and puts his forehead against your nape.
“Ouch, you’re such a bad girlfriend,” he complains, clearly wanting to annoy you. You roll your eyes and spray some perfume regardless of his small tantrum. You swear you just felt him sniff the scent on your neck.
“If I’m such a bad girlfriend, maybe I’ll purposely destroy your plan and tell everyone at this gathering that in reality I’m your best friend and that you are a liar. No ?” you threaten, putting a hand on your hip in a reproachful way as you turn to face him.
“You are a wonderful girlfriend, and best friend. Did I forget to tell you how amazing you are ?” he directly corrects himself, batting his lashes to sooth you down. You chuckle, and step closer, before grabbing his tie and putting it back well as it was too loose. You feel his minty breath on your head, and you raise your eyes, smirking smugly.
“I know, it’s for that I’m helping you out. I hope you’ll pay me back in kind, yeah ?” you muse, tightening the tie by sliding it upwards, and Satoru’s lips stretch in this grin that would make anyone fall on their knees.
“Of course ! I’ll let you use my card to spoil yourself in anything you want, so shopping time,” he shrugs, before touching his tie, fingers brushing against yours innocently.
“Hmmm, that’s a deal…” you whisper.
Some minutes later, your shoes on, you finish putting on your coat and take your bag. Satoru’s car was parked down your street, and the drive wouldn’t be very long, only 20 minutes to arrive at your destination. Before you both step out of your apartment, your best friend inspects you one last time, looking at your dress and how it compliments your curves, as well as your hair sitting prettily around your charming face, the makeup enhancing your natural beauty. He can’t help but smile like an idiot.
“What ?” you ask, feeling his gaze.
“Hmmm ?”
“Why are you looking at me like that ?” you repeat, suspiciously.
“You’re just very pretty tonight, y/n,” he says more gently, and Satoru doesn’t often compliment you like that, so it surprises you. Yet, you smile at his kind words, and look away to avoid his burning gaze.
“Well, thank you. You look good too. The hair slicked back does suit you well,” you answer, opening the door and walking towards the stair of the building as Satoru closes the apartment with his spare keys. As if he really did live here. Well, he may, since he always ends up spending time at your place.
“You might as well make me fall in love for real tonight,” he teases, putting his hand behind your back while you walk down the stairs.
“Ahahah, I thought I would be the one falling in love because of how good you’ll act ? Are the roles already getting reversed ?” you joke, and Satoru returns your smirk, shaking his head playfully.
“Nah, the roles aren’t getting reversed,” he answers.
You roll your eyes, and after some back and forth, you enter his car in the passenger seat. As you both talk and listen to the radio, looking at the lights of the streets of tokyo during this evening, you can’t help but wonder how it will go. You have this one hell of a strange feeling in your gut.
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Your arm is wrapped around the one of Satoru, as he insisted on walking like that by your side, and to enter the gathering this way. It was chic and elegant, the place screaming money as you walked past the door. The moment Gojo Satoru steps inside, everyone around is looking at The Strongest. You felt slightly intimidated, as people stared at you, wondering who the woman was locked at his arm.
“Here we go for a ride of fun…” mutters Satoru to you in between his lips, giving a fake smile to an elder greeting him. You sigh, nodding.
“Greetings. We didn’t expect you to finally come and be blessed by your presence, sir Gojo. May I ask who is… she ?” asks the elder, sipping on some champagne as he eyes you up and down before smiling through his moustache to the white haired man. Many others gather around, wanting to hear the answer, and to talk to the great Gojo Satoru in person.
“I got forced to come here, if I had the possibility of not coming, I would have…” he starts to answer in this bratty way of his, clearly not caring about etiquettes or other basic polite ways of speaking, “but anywayyyssss. This is y/n, my girlfriend,” he finishes, grinning mischievously, waiting for their reactions.
Gasps are heard, they look shocked, staring at each other wondering if it was true, and then back at the two of you. You decide to continue this little act, coughing slightly before getting closer to your supposed boyfriend. You squeeze his arm against your breast, and give a bright smile.
“Pleased to meet you. Satoru insisted for me to come and to give him company, I hope it’s not a bother. I’m indeed his girlfriend,” you bow slightly saying that, and you see at the corner of your eye the smiles he flashes them, proud at how utterly flabbergasted they look.
“No way…” “This man is already taken ?” “Do you think he’ll marry her ?” “I heard rumours that he never wanted to settle down, what is going on ?” “Here I wanted him to marry my daughter… I hope they will break up soon” “Is he really dating someone like her ?” “Who the hell is she ?”. These were all kinds of sentences and whispers you could hear around you, and you already started to have a growing headache just by listening to all this. Yet you stay unfazed.
“Now, If you may, I have some clan leaders to greet,” Satoru excuses himself and brings you with him, discreetly showing you his hand that you high five.
“I wish I could have recorded that,” he chuckles slightly, and you give him a wink before stopping in front of a couple of an old woman and man, looking judgmental. You recognized them as the heads of a clan. A not very powerful one, but it still did hold its ground.
“Gojo, what a pleasure to finally see you. You ended up answering your duties,” the woman starts, squinting her eyes as she glares at him.
“If I didn’t come before is because I had better duties to attend to,” he answers like a provocation, acting nonchalantly and unbothered.
“I see you were busy having… fun,” adds the man, now looking at you when saying his last word.
“We heard she is your girlfriend. When will you marry her ?” The woman raises an eyebrow, looking strict as ever. If you had water in your mouth, you would have spilled it all over them. You feel Satoru tensing next to you, so you decide to answer instead of him :
“Hum, marriage is a bit soon to talk about,” you chuckle slightly nervously saying that.
“Well, you should quickly give him heirs. The jujutsu world can’t wait,” answers the man, not expecting an objection from your part.
“The jujutsu world will wait,” retorts Satoru more firmly, now all the teasing in his voice is gone.
“Oh- sir Gojo, this is not the first time we talked about this. The weight of the world is on your shoulders, giving heirs to have strong lineages of future jujutsu sorcerers is the top priority !” scoffs the woman, looking indignant.
“Right, the top priority is surely not to make the new generations strong enough to be able to survive in this damned world, and do our best to protect people from curses,” snarls Satoru, rolling his eyes. The tension was growing fast, and you felt that the anger bubbling inside of you, Satoru, and them, could cause big problems.
“You little brat-” groans the old man.
“If you insist on him having heirs, we will go make some in the toilets. Hope you won’t mind. Bye,” you exclaim, irritated, offering them a big smile before grabbing Satoru’s hand and dragging him towards the toilets for a small break. Barely some minutes in, and it already was damn overwhelming. You understood better why Satoru avoided these gatherings like the plague.
“Didn’t know you wanted to make babies with me,” suddenly says Satoru as he leans against the sink, arms crossed over his chest and smiling at you. He didn’t look tense at all anymore, as if what happened barely some seconds ago was long forgotten. His lips curl in this seductive grin, wanting to joke around.
“Satoru, I said this to be able to breathe for two seconds,” you sigh, looking at yourself in the mirror before dusting your dress. You still felt tense from what they said, and it didn’t escape Satoru’s Six Eyes. He could read you like an open book, after all. Knowing you since high school allowed him to understand whatever was happening inside your brain at light speed.
“Awww… and here I thought you wanted to fuck me. Ok, my bad,” he fake pouts, getting closer to you as he stands from his position against the sink.
“Very funny,” you scoff, flustered but deciding to hide it. Satoru always liked to joke around, so him saying that wasn’t a surprise. But why in this situation did you feel oddly nervous in his presence and more sensitive at his teasing ? Satoru notices the frown forming in between your eyebrows and decides to change the subject.
“Are you already feeling pissed ? It’s only the beginning. I told you it would be exhausting. They never know when to shut up, or when to stop being pains in the ass,” he sighs, now being in front of you, and your back against the door.
“I’m good. Let’s go back,” you end up announcing, giving him a determined gaze. He smiles and then takes your hand in his, walking out of the bathroom.
“As you wish, but if you need a break, I’ll gladly come with you,” he nudges you playfully.
“Well, I’ll drink some champagne to help me to not want to kill myself every second of this evening,” you laugh in return.
“Wise decision.”
And here you were back in this loop of playing pretend with Satoru. Aside from the very annoying questions of the elders, and some that were clearly unhappy of this newfound union, acting like his lover was very easy. You just had to hold his hand or arm, and say you were his girlfriend, and sometimes act a bit cringey on purpose (which Satoru adored to do).
You left Satoru to go fetch another glass of champagne. As you sip on it and start walking, you bump into someone and almost make the liquid spill on the floor. But thankfully a hand grabs your arm and stops you from making this mistake.
“I didn’t know the girlfriend of Gojo Satoru would be clumsy,” says a voice, a familiar annoying voice. As you lift your head to meet the eyes of the man, you directly take off your arm of his grip when you see who it is.
Naoya Zenin. A man you despised so much. He had this bad reputation, and the small moments you interacted with him since highschool, you knew you couldn’t stand him. Arrogant, sexist, thinking he was better than anyone, mean, uncaring… An horrible mix that sadly made him a powerful man.
“You are the one that bumped into me, don’t you think you should say sorry ?” you snap back, clearly not wanting to deal with him right now. For fuck’s sake ! Why did he have to attend this gathering too ?
“Oh, feisty as always, y/n. A nice woman would apologize. Don’t you know how to act cute ?” he stands closer to you, narrowing his snake-like eyes, and lifts his chin arrogantly.
“Don’t you know how to mind your own business ?” you reply, before turning on your heels ready to leave. But at the same moment he grabs your arm again and quickly follows you to block you from walking away. You glare at him, doing your best to not slap him and start a scene.
“Hey, where are you going ? I want to talk. I just actually can’t believe that you suddenly are dating Gojo Satoru,” he laughs, but clearly it’s a mocking laugh.
“Why is it so surprising ? I have known him since highschool, and we’ve been close for years now,” you defend yourself. And even if it was fake, deep in your heart, you knew that it wouldn’t be very shocking if you and him really ended up dating, as you both have been inseparable for years. Even more since Suguru deflected.
“Well, he doesn’t do commitment. Didn’t expect him to be tamed by someone like you,” he insists, eying you like you were a prey of some kind. A shiver of disgust runs down your spine.
“This is no one of your concern,” you spat, threatening.
“Aren’t you afraid he’ll cheat on you ?” he asks, in a fake innocent way.
“Excuse-me ?” you raise your eyebrows, not believing what he just said.
“You heard me well. I don’t believe Gojo Satoru is the kind of man to be a good boy and stay with a woman and marry her. He’ll surely go see what other women have to offer him before he gets bored,” he scoffs, and his smile gets wider while talking this nonsense. Sure, being The Strongest meant for Satoru that settling down was something almost impossible for him, and he never actually dated anyone. But he wasn’t the type to cheat and disrespect women or an imaginary partner. And that enraged you that Naoya misunderstood him, and that a lot of people probably thought the same as well when they didn’t even know him personally. That was downright disrespectful.
“Watch your mouth, you’re talking about my boyfriend right here. He is not like you, treating women like objects to fool around with,” you snarl, stepping even closer menacingly. You were boiling with anger.
“No, me, if I have a woman, I will directly marry her and make her bear my heirs. That’s what the head of a clan should do,” he retorts, raising his chin even more to look down at you.
“You aren’t even the head of your clan,” you correct. He scoffs, and looks away. But then his eyes land on something, and a mischievous smirk forms on his lips.
“Tch… Well, look at that. Surely he’s already cheating on you,” he points out while doing a movement with his head, showing you Satoru talking to a woman. He was facing her, so you only saw his back, unable to look at his facial reactions or what he could be saying. The woman, on the other hand, was blushing and clearly interested in that talk. You don’t know why, but you felt a pang of jealousy in your chest. You shake your head, chasing this thought of your mind.
“He’s just… talking to her. What is wrong with you ?” Naoya smiles.
“Don’t look so sad. He didn’t even put a ring on your finger. Why don’t you leave him before it’s too late ?” he proposes, looking at your hand that was holding the glass of champagne. You frown and gulp it down, putting the glass on the table at your left.
“Leaving him ? To do what, uh ? Don’t get ahead of yourself.” You shake your head, huffing.
“If you were mine, y/n, I would have already married you and knocked you full of my child,” he whispers, stepping closer to you and murmuring these nasty words in your ear. Ew. Disgust is written all over your face, and you clench your hands, nails digging in your palm as you glare at him, ready to tell him how inappropriate and repulsive it was.
“Gladly she is not yours,” a voice suddenly says. An arm snakes around your waist and brings you against Satoru, looking deadly at Naoya, showing how pissed off he was by what he just heard.
“Satoru ? Weren’t you-” you stutter confused by his sudden presence, looking at him.
“Ah, sorry sweetheart. Got caught up in an unwanted conversation. ‘Mind if you tell me what this pesky rat wants ?” asks the white haired man, bringing you closer and even kissing your forehead tenderly. You knew it was for the act, but this simple gesture helped you calm down significantly, reassured he was here. Naoya, on the contrary, frowned at the way Satoru called him, clenching his jaw. A vein was about to pop.
“Don’t make me laugh, ‘The Great Gojo Satoru’ settling down ? What a joke !” he scoffs mockingly. Your best friend unconsciously tightens his grip on your waist.
“What, don’t tell me you are jealous, Naoya ? Y/n is very well by my side, and if she had to marry someone, it surely would never be you,” he answers, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head to the side.
“As I said, there is no ring on her finger. She is still available on the market, as well as you, and I’m not sure that even if you did ask for her hand in marriage, the elders would accept such a union.” You look offended, starting to again be angered at the poor way he was talking to you and Satoru. This man had no shame in his bones.
“Your opinion is irrelevant. Treating people like objects will lead you nowhere aside from being a scumbag,” you interfere, squinting your eyes.
“No, I’m just stating facts. Gojo, maybe if you fuck her good and impregnante her, she’ll be accepted as your bride,” his smile widen at his disgusting words, clearly proud of what he just proposed. Satoru stiffens, and the blue of his eyes becomes electric, the air around him shifting to something menacing.
“Have you gone mad, Naoya ?!” Gojo says, in a cold and unwavering voice, giving you the chills. Seeing he was about to snap, and even if you would be happy to see him beat up to death the Zenin man, you knew better than to cause a scene in this gathering.
“Goodbye, and please fuck off, man,” you say to the green haired one before dragging Satoru with you.
You quickly grab a glass of champagne and hand it to your best friend, noticing how many people around were eavesdropping on the conversation, clearly interested in this drama going on and wanting to gossip about it.
“Here, drink this instead of murdering someone,” you say. He takes it, before swallowing the liquid in one go, putting back the now empty glass on the trail. You gulp one too, taking this advice for yourself, because if you listened to your inner thoughts, you would have already jumped Naoya and snatched the skin off his face.
“Are you okay ? Sorry, I didn’t know he would attend this event, and would come to pester you. If I knew I wouldn’t have left you alone,” says Gojo, looking apologetic as he steps closer to you and even takes your hand in his.
“I’m used to this bastard spatting nonsense, it’s nothing new and clearly not your fault. So, don’t apologize,” you squeeze his fingers gently, sighing.
“I’m a bad boyfriend, aren’t I ?” He asks with a small smirk, his thumb caressing your soft skin. You didn’t know if he did this because some people were looking, or if it was a genuine sign of affection. You secretly hoped it was the second option.
“No, you are a wonderful boyfriend, Satoru,” you correct, smiling up at him. He winks at you before grabbing another glass of champagne and drinking it. You frown.
“Hey, you don’t hold your liquor, so don’t drink too much,” you try to warn him.
“It’s either that, either I hollow purple this place. You choose, sweetheart,” he muses, his cheeks already turning red. Even if he didn’t like the taste, Satoru was pissed off as hell right now, and he just wanted to put his mind elsewhere, and gather some more energy to stay at this gathering. You sigh, and decide to join him in this drinking session when you see another couple of elders approaching. Here we go again…
A whole hour passed. It was boring as hell, that even the uptights clan leaders started to drink more too. Least to say, everyone was bored, actually. You sigh as you step away from a conversation Satoru had to entertain with some daughters of high ranked jujutsu sorcerers. You were tired of rejecting their advances towards your fake boyfriend, as they clearly thought they still had a chance to maybe marry him in the future. Satoru looks at you like a lost puppy when you walk away, not wanting to be left alone. But you just wanted some fresh air.
As you step in the balcony, at the corner of your eyes you see Naoya looking at you meters away, before saying something to an older man. This man nods and glances at you, before smiling in a way that makes your skin crawl when you see him walking towards you. Oh no… You try to stay calm when he is in front of you, and how he is adopting a seductive posture.
“Good evening. It’s Y/n, right ? What a lovely name… Gojo Satoru is very lucky to have a beauty like you at his side,” he says. You give him a polite smile, the alcohol in your system making you want to say nonsense but you shut your mouth instead of talking shit.
“Aww, are you shy ? I know I can be intimidating… Don’t worry, I’m sure we will get along. I know how to talk to women and entertain them." He steps closer, narrowing his eyes. You want to throw up. Is he flirting with you ? Even though he surely is twice your age and married ? You look at the ring on his finger. Yep, this man has a wife. You pity her.
“I’m good,” you simply say, not wanting to engage more in the conversation.
“Since you seem timid, how about we go somewhere quieter to talk and learn to know each other ? I know an empty room next to the main event, like that, it would be just the two of us,” he grins, looking at your curves, and his eyes fall on your breast. You swallow thickly, stopping yourself from slapping his face. Double ew, what a pervert.
“I don’t think it’s appropriate. My boyfriend will surely disagree, as well as your wife,” you answer, narrowing your eyes. He puts his hand on your shoulder, and you swear it’s as if his touch burned your skin.
“Oh… my wife isn’t here, don’t worry about that. And your boyfriend wouldn’t know,” he muses, but then a strong hand snatches his hand away by gripping his wrist strongly. The man lets a gasp of pain, and his face distorts with anger.
“I wouldn’t know what ? And I’m sure your wife would be very pleased that you are trying to get with someone the same age as your daughter,” asks Satoru, putting more strength in his hold, and if he applied just a bit of more pressure, you were sure the bones would crack immediately.
“Sir Gojo, I fear this is a misunderstanding !” he gasps, afraid.
“I fear that it is not. Learn to respect boundaries, and never touch my girlfriend again, or any other women, if you don’t want something bad happening to you. Yeah, you old geezer ?” he menaces him with a bright smile on his flushed face from the champagne. You realized you were as inhibited as him.
“Why not make him learn his lesson now, honey ?” you say drunkenly, stepping closer, threatening. You really just wanted to snap. This interaction was your last straw, and the man in front of you scoffs offended and tries to squirm away. But thankfully, in this balcony, nobody notices what is happening. Satoru chuckles, clearly amused by your proposition.
“Awww, what a wonderful idea sugarplum ! What do you think about cutting his small dick ? Like that we’ll be sure he will not bother anyone else again,” chants happily the white haired sorcerer, grinning widely, almost unhinged.
“Don’t forget his hand, like that he’ll touch nobody else,” you add playfully.
“Do you realize who you are talking to ?! I’m a noble, and invested a lot of money in the jujutsu highschool of Tokyo !” protests the man in a broken voice, lamenting about what was about to happen to him.
“Don’t make me laugh. You are talking to Gojo Satoru, duh. The money you invested is nothing to what I could provide. And how about admitting that this so-called money is actually from gambling ? Yeah, I know more than you think I do. Did you know that your wife loves to gossip when she is bored of having an awful husband like you ? I bet you don’t, since you spend all your time gambling and drinking,” muses Satoru, bringing him closer and looking down at him with disdain, something dangerous and provocative in his eyes. The man gulps and shakes of fear.
“This- I- I’m sorry, this is all a mistake !” he implores, and seeing that someone was approaching the balcony, Satoru lets go of his bruised wrist and the old noble runs away. He even bumps into some other persons, stumbles, but still rushes towards the exit, humiliated.
“Bahahahahaha !” you explose of laughter as Satoru whispers to himself that he would deal with him later. He looks at you, and joins you in your laugh, enjoying seeing you smile like that. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, walking back inside and giving a provocative glance to an annoyed Naoya meters away.
“I’m bored, should we go ?” he proposes, trying to walk straight as the drunkenness was really taking over his tall body.
“Hmmm, I agree,” you nod, walking towards the main door to exit this gathering. It was getting late, anyway.
Satoru stops and makes you spin around. His arm that was around your shoulder slides down your back, bringing you flush against him. Your skin suddenly feels hotter, and his hazy half lidded eyes look down at you. A big smile stretches on his rosy lips, which he licks for a second.
“Satoru ?” you ask, surprised of him doing that. You stabilize yourself against him, hand on his chest, wondering if he forgot something before leaving.
“Let’s shock them well before leaving, what do you think ?” he proposes, his face getting closer to yours. Something glints in his irises, and you get hypnotized as you stare into the depth of his eyes. Your heart quickens again, excited.
“Uh- alright ? But doing wh-” you get cut the moment you agree, his lips crashing against yours. You open your eyelids wide, and even hear some gasps around you. But fuck, the sweet taste of your bestfriend lips were so delicious, and the alcohol in your system made you bolder, wanting more. You close your eyes, and his other hand cradles the back of your head to bring you impossibly closer.
He parts his lips, his tongue entering your mouth. The blood in your body rushes to your face, and in between your thighs. You answer the kiss, not caring how inappropriate it was, but it was Satoru’s plan to shock them all. So, on purpose, you grab him by his tie and flush him against you, tongues caressing each other sensually. You melt against his mouth, him kissing you like a starved man that couldn’t stop his hunger. It’s as if he couldn’t live without your lips. Your eyes flutter, getting lost in whatever was happening.
Sensing it was escalating, he slowly parted ways, a string of saliva connecting your lips. You gasp for air, and his feverish eyes look like they want to devour you.
“Told you we’ll make out,” he says, before grinning at you. You swallow thickly, and step back before looking at all the people around whispering among themselves. You had no time to feel embarrassed that the drunk Satoru, with no shame, takes your hand before bringing you with him and then he screams :
“Now fuck you all ! Byeeeee !”
You couldn’t even properly react that you were back outside. The coldness of the wind brings some sense to your clouded mind, and he stretches before looking at the sky.
“Ahhh, that felt great ! I feel like a new man now,” he sighs, clearly proud of what just happened.
“Don’t you think that will backfire ?” you ask, looking at him.
“Nah, I did way worse. They are used to me being a pain in their ass. But they can’t really say anything. The perks of being The Strongest, y/n,” he winks at you saying that, and it’s only now that you realize your smudged lipstick is all over his mouth. You chuckle and go on your tiptoes, taking your thumb to gently try to wipe the makeup off his skin.
“Are you trying to seduce me ? Because it’s working,” he whispers playfully, and his breath mingles with yours.
“So the roles are indeed reversed,” you add, passing your thumb on his lower lip and then looking at your finger full of makeup. He looks at you intently, eyes roaming over your face.
“Nah, it’s you that is so in love with me right now,” he corrects, winking at you playfully, and you can’t help but feel flustered as you let out a laugh at his saying.
“You are the one that kissed me,” you reply.
“Yeah, and I liked it,” he murmurs, looking down at your mouth. Was the alcohol making him say bolder things ? You didn’t know.
“So you agree you are the one that got charmed ?” you ask, brushing his hair with your hand, putting back some loose strands. His eyes are on you when you do that, and if outside wasn’t so dark, you would have noticed the tip of his ears turning red.
“Good question,” he simply answers as you step back, letting some distance in between the two of you.
“And we are drunk, so we should get home,” you then inform, looking around at the street where some cars pass, as well as a few people.
“I can’t drive my car, then,” he sighs, crossing his arms over his chest.
“What do we do ? If we call a cab, your car will stay here,” you frown, realizing the situation. Maybe you shouldn’t have given this glass of champagne to Satoru back then…
“Let’s sleep in a hotel room,” he proposes nonchalantly, pointing at one that was on the opposite street.
“Are we really having this whole dating experience right now, or…?” you try to joke. It wouldn’t be the first time that you would sleep in a hotel with Satoru, nor even sleep together. It was something usual in your friendship, having sleepovers or even pajama parties as Gojo called them. But, in this situation, it felt different.
“You might become my real girlfriend at the end of the night, who knows ?” he teases, nudging you, and that makes you roll your eyes at his antics.
“You wish,” you laugh.
“You’re so mean to your bestie,” Satoru whines, pouting, before dragging you with him.
It didn’t take long to register at the hotel and have a room. Sleeping in the same bed wasn’t a problem either. As soon as you arrived inside the place, you quickly went to shower, taking off your makeup and hoping the water would wake you up. You wash yourself, getting lost in thoughts.
Great, you had no pajamas, and surely you wouldn’t sleep in your dress. And even if you really liked Satoru, sleeping naked next to him was a no. You sigh, wrapping a towel around your body and stepping out of the bathroom. Satoru was sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling on his phone to try to distract himself, but you saw how he was mindlessly looking at it. The alcohol really did hit him hard. You try to not laugh. He lifts his head and smiles when seeing you coming, you notice his gaze on your wet skin.
“Can I use the shower now ?” he asks, standing up.
“Yep, but we have a problem. We don’t have any changes, or pajamas,” you sigh, sitting on the bed where he sat earlier. He hums, looking down at you, before taking off his suit jacket, and then he slowly takes off his tie. He slides it down, liberating his neck and he lets out a small groan of relief. This simple gesture was horribly sexy, that you almost caught yourself drooling. You snap back of your train of unholy thoughts when he unbuttons his shirt, showing his broad chest, and then abs, down to his marked v-line, before wrapping the tissue around your shoulders.
“Use it to sleep with,” he says, and when you raise your eyes, you are met with his right in front of yours.
“What a gentleman,” you say, smiling more awkwardly than you intended.
“I told you I’ll be a good boyfriend ! Anyways, I come back,” he muses, winking at you before closing the door behind him once he enters the bathroom. Soon, you hear the sound of the water running.
You take off your towel and close the shirt around your body. It was big enough to arrive under your ass, around mid-thighs. Shit, it smelled just like his cologne. Some weird fantasies come to your mind as you lay under the covers, remembering the heated makeout of earlier. Your heart is hammering inside your chest, and you try to control your breathing as you rub your thighs together.
This is bad. Satoru is your best friend. Yes, you maybe had a crush on him since highschool, and you two have been extremely close for years. But you always kept your feelings to yourself. Yet, what was happening right now messed up your mind. You had to calm down. Plus, you still were drunk, and Satoru too. It would be inappropriate to hope for something, or even try something in this state of mind.
Your thoughts are stopped when Satoru steps out of the bathroom only in his boxers, a towel around his neck. He grabs yours that was still on the bed and puts them to dry. He then walks towards the bed.
“Don’t fall asleep without me,” he says, sliding under the covers and smiling at you. You return the smile and scoot closer without realizing. His grin becomes bigger.
“I’m tired,” you whisper.
“Then come here,” he says, opening his arms, inviting you to come snuggle in the warmth of his chest. You don’t need to get asked twice, you directly shift around and lay your head on the spot of his heartbeat. His strong arms wrap around your frame, hugging you closer. The sweet smell of shower gel caresses your nostril, and your cheek is flush against his soft skin.
“Are you satisfied with your evil plan ?” you ask in a quieter voice. His hand gently caresses your back up and down, sharing his warmth with yours.
“Hmm, I think we should pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend more often,” he says.
“How long will it last ?” you roll your eyes, looking up at him saying that.
“Until mariage !” he jokes, but you are not sure if he is completely joking.
“What, and want me to give you a kid too ?” you add, thinking back about the sayings of the people at the gathering. He stays silent for a second, and you wonder if he took your joke badly. But before you can say anything, he murmurs, “If it’s with you, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad in the end.” You didn't quite hear what he said, so you raise your eyebrow, looking at him.
“What ?”
“Nothing. Good night, y/n,” he simply answers after his chest rumbles from him laughing. You then feel his lips land on your forehead, kissing it tenderly. He turns off the light, and now you two are in the dark.
You close your eyes, relaxing against him, and your breathing becomes softer, as well as his. His hand continues to mindlessly caressing you, lulling you to sleep. It was in those simple moments that you realized how much you value your relationship with Satoru. Even if you both never confessed, or weren’t really dating, the comfort of having him by your side and knowing you always could count on him was enough.
But you had to admit... This tension that was already there for years, went skyrocket tonight. Not to add the kiss. Satoru mentioned too how you both will surely continue to play pretend, as in the eyes of the high jujutsu society, you now were his girlfriend.
Will this little game lead to something bigger ?
It only was the beginning, and putting too much of your mind into it would give you a headache. So in the warmth and intimacy of this moment, Satoru and you both fall asleep, unaware of how your relationship would evolve in the future.