DADDY SATORU [GOJO SATORU X READER]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗 - 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊, 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐘!

.·:*¨¨*:·. .·:*¨¨*:·.𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐇𝐎𝐋, 𝐋𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐑, 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐁𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔

[THIRD POV]

It was finally Thursday, just one day before Gojo promised to return. Granted, the white haired male was finishing up his last mission in the early morning. He woke up very early to try to get a head start on it, only to finish up before 10am. He was happy with himself, now he could surprise (Y/N) tonight as he would return to Tokyo. 

He walked along the side of the road with his hands stuffed in his pocket, humming as he waited for the alleged cursed spirit to pop out. Most of what he was handling were a little more dangerous for any of the students could fight, and he took the job beforehand to earn a little more cash. 

Despite being rich, he could never give up something so easy that paid a lot; he needed all he could get now that he had an incoming child.

He continued to walk to try to draw out the cursed spirit. Early mornings were perfect for when they could come out mostly because it would be enough time for them to move locations if needed. 

Gojo then stopped in his tracks; he felt the presence of the cursed spirit behind him.

Gojo got to work by eliminating it. The cursed spirit fought back with all its might, dying inevitably to his hand. It was a normal, very fuzzy-spoken small cursed spirit. It died easily, and the blood splattered, hitting Gojo's barriers.

"I guess that's it for this side of the road," Gojo said to himself, "Now to the other side."

He continued to walk around looking for the cursed spirits, fighting them, killing them, and walking off and clearing the perimeter of the area. 

Eventually, he did meet with one rather sluggish one further down the road where there were less cars. Sighing at the sight of it, he went to work quickly.

The times of these missions were always boring. Gojo wanted a real nice opponent to fight, but also not wanting there to be a lot of damage. The more destruction there is on the terrain, the less money he would get paid. That's why he's doing all of this in one clean sweep.

When he was done, it marked noon already and Gojo was a little hungry. The 28 year old decided to rest for a bit before travelling back home. He would be able to at least make it back to Tokyo by midnight if he left in less than an hour.

Which meant he would be able to surprise (Y/N).

He went to a diner and had lunch, calling (Y/N) and eating as he spoke with her. He learned that she had been working at Jujutsu High, his school that he both attended and worked at. 

"Do you like it there?" he asks her as he put a french fry in his mouth.

"It's nice here in the summer, and since the weather is cooling down, it's perfect to walk around by," she told him, "I have talked and met with your students as well. I think we are all friends."

"They are more interested in you than they are with me," Gojo sighed, "You are stealing my fame (Y/N)-chan."

(Y/N) laughed. "Satoru, do you really think your students will like me over you?"

"Yes." 

"Why?"

"Well who wouldn't like you?" Gojo asked, resting his head against the booth, "You're quite lovable (Y/N)-chan."

"Ehhh? Normally people either call me too quiet or too scary, depending if I'm on duty or not."

"I like too quiet and too scary," Gojo grinned, "You're also too sexy."