break my heart again // gojo satoru x reader

how to be a heartbreaker

a/n: hello y'all, here is part 2- gojo's POV! i know some of you submitted different routes i could take for the future of the story, and that will come later, but for this part, it's just the first half events of BMHA (plus a little bit of your relationship before BMHA) but in his POV.

ANGST. But lotsa fluff at the beginning :))

also slight but not massive spoilers for the Gojo's Past Arc and Volume 0 of Jujutsu Kaisen. (basically as long as you know what happened to Getou at the end of Volume 0, you'll be fine.)

inspired by: how to be a heartbreaker by MARINA

recommended listening: el muchacho de los ojos tristes by jeanette, pluto projector by rex orange county, as the world caves in by matt maltese

wc: 5.1 k

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Rule number one, is that you gotta have fun.

It was just another night out for Gojo. Utahime had convinced him and Nanami that going to a bar for a couple of drinks with the other teachers at Jujutsu High would be a good change of scenery for them, considering all they've been doing for the past month is worry- it was their first few months at Jujutsu High as teachers, and they wanted to have a good reputation, so they'd been working themselves to the bone these past few months.

Though Gojo and Nanami- the former very casually and the latter very stoically- rejected the offer, since Gojo had a couple of tests concerning the theory of Domain Expansions he needed to mark, and Nanami just didn't want to go out and socialise, after an hour of Utahime bugging and pestering them, they acquiesced.

As they stepped into the bar, Utahime made her way instantly to the dance floor. And she was amazing- she captured the eyes of nearly everyone in the room as she twirled and moved. Nanami nudged his elbow towards Gojo's arms slightly, tilting an eyebrow towards her, as if asking Gojo, why haven't you made a move on her yet? She's gorgeous.

He shot back, vaguely waving his hands as if to say We've been friends since senior high. That would just be weird. Plus, it's not like I haven't tried- we had some fun during our teenage years, but it just didn't feel right.

Nanami nodded back in understanding while Gojo chuckled to himself, shaking his head.

The two of them made their way to a small couch, vaguely gesturing to a bartender that they wanted an Old Fashioned and a Margarita, with extra sweetener, for Nanami and Gojo respectively.

As they started talking to each other about how their students were doing, how life's been for the two of them since they last talked, and oh, how long it's been since we last talked like this! They were interrupted by a shrill laugh from the table next to them.

Tilting his head slightly, he saw you. And he was intrigued. Goodness, were you gorgeous. He'd already had a few drinks by now, so he was slightly tipsy, so he was instantly filled with a sense of longing, of interest, of awe- his first thoughts as his eyes trailed down your face was how much he wanted to kiss those soft lips of yours. He let his eyes continue to wander down, knowing that his blindfold would hide the direction his cerulean orbs were looking.

Wow. Your figure was absolutely stunning. Simply perfect. He knew he was very much drunk when his only thoughts were how he wanted his hands all over your body, and he realised he was definitely wasted as he hallucinated you walking over to him.

But that wasn't a hallucination, since he felt the warm hand on his shoulder as you whispered into his ear, "You like the view?"

Apparently he wasn't completely wasted, since he managed to utter back a "Yeah. I'd like to take you home tonight- assuming you don't have a boyfriend or something similar."