adored (gojo satoru x reader)

Chapter Three: Reverence

Taking a shower and letting the warm water run down your skin was the right choice for you that afternoon. The bathroom was full of steam, smelling of your shampoo and conditioner. On the bathroom counter lay your phone, playing some of your favorite calm songs. This was one of your typical ways to unwind, mumbling your favorite songs while taking a warm shower after a tiring day. What you didn't know was that a certain white-haired man stood outside your bathroom door, admiring the small figures and posters you had put up to decorate your room. He stood beside your jewelry box, taking note of the silver chains and gem filled earrings with a smile on his face. For some reason, you had left an impression on Gojo with your witty responses and your powers. In the future, Gojo believed you were sure to be a sorcerer worth being scared of. But for now you would have to take it easy and learn the basics before going to the more hard things.

Finished with your shower, you turned the water off and did the last of your beauty routine, putting on a bathrobe and making a towel turban to help dry your hair. This was done while you watched yourself in the mirror, poking and squishing parts of your face for fun. You unlocked the bathroom door, letting the steam out while stepping into the much colder room and meeting the eyes of your sensei.

"Gojo?" confused was an understatement when describing how you felt, "What are you doing here? Furthermore, I just took a shower and I'm wearing my bathrobe!" You spoke the last part more urgently than the first one.

"I apologize, y/n. That's why I came here..." your eyes widened in shock, "I also don't see you that well, but if you want to I can take off my blind-" You interrupted him,

"No, no no! I'd rather you not, you know..." Somehow, your words seemed to become smaller and smaller. Someone being inside this small room with you when you were barely wearing any clothes was nerve-wracking - especially if it was your attractive teacher. Shuddering, you spoke with what seemed like your last breath, "Just- just for good measure, can you turn around while I change?" The smile this elicited almost seemed sympathetic, and Gojo turned his back toward you. Opening your wardrobe, you pulled out some underwear as well as sweatpants and an oversized tee. Quickly, you dropped your bathrobe to the floor, cringing because you were overly aware of the noise it made, and shuffled your clothes back on. You unraveled your hair out of the turban it was in and shook it a few times.

"Are you finished, y/n?" Gojo murmured out of the corner of the room. Looking at him, you noticed he was rubbing his thumb with his hand. His head was bowed down and this was when you realized that he, too, was wearing something other than the school uniform. His body was draped in a black long-sleeved crewneck shirt with a sandy colored pair of loose-fitting pants. He looked good, and the saggy fit on the shirt brought out his muscles. Shaking your head clear of your thoughts, you replied,

"I am. Thank you for waiting, sensei." Gojo scoffed at your politeness,

"Of course. I'm not that disrespectful." His response seemed hurt, and his body language showed that he felt slightly out of place. Shaking his head, he changed the topic. "Your room really looks cute. It seems very personal, it fits someone like you." Looking at him in shock, you tried to figure out what he meant by that. Was it a compliment?

"Thank you. I believe that enjoying the smaller things in life is what makes it delightful. Though, I still have a lot of things I want to add to the room." Gojo's reaction was similar to one you would see in a cartoon. You swore you almost saw a lightbulb pop up over his head. With his hands to his face in a thinking pose, he suggested,

"If you want to, I could take you and the others to buy some furniture or decorations for your room. Whaddya say?" Originally, you agreed with the idea. Until you realized you had no money to buy any things with. You hadn't received any money from your parents since the incident. They had also taken back your bank card, making you unable to buy things you enjoyed.