𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 » gojo satoru.

PASSING THE BORDER.

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟲,, 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿.

𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘯
𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺.

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𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗛𝗨𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗗, 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗥𝗢𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗔𝗥𝗠𝗦.

After that little scuffle in the dark building with the principal, Gojo tugged you along, insisting that you stay at Jujutsu Tech for a few days just to get to know the layout.

Plus, he wanted an excuse to be able to hang out with you more. 

And so, the two of you made your way to the buildings which Gojo said contained the rooms. You couldn't help yourself and failed to keep strange thoughts from invading your mind.

You wondered if you'd get your own room? From what you'd seen of Gojo so far, he seemed like a gentleman, although, he certainly had that goofy side to him as well. 

"We're here," stated Gojo, and slid the door open for you. Giving him a nod, you entered, and turned, waiting for him to enter as well before you surveyed your surroundings. 

Part of it was to show courtesy, since he had opened the door for you. Another part of it was merely because you didn't know your way around yet, and you didn't want to seem too eager. 

"Come this way," said Gojo, and you obediently followed him.

After turning many corners, Gojo stopped before a wooden door. You tilted your head. 

"Are we staying here?" you questioned, and Gojo simply nodded in reply before he turned the knob and entered. 

"Come on in," invited Gojo, and from you could tell, he had tried to suppress his smirk, but had failed miserably, hence the smug on his face.

You shrugged your shoulders and entered, turning your head to survey what you assumed was Gojo's place.

After you entered, you spied a couch that seemed incredibly bouncy. Plopping down on it, you grinned in delight when you found that it was just as bouncy as it had seemed. After closing the door, Gojo let out a breathy smile at your antics and made his way to a cupboard, and to your surprise, brought out a bottle of wine. 

"Care to have a little celebration?" he offered, and while you know you couldn't hold your alcohol, you nodded. 

After seeing your nod, Gojo brought two cups over, setting them before you. He filled his own and filled half of yours, and reluctantly, you brought it to your lips and took a long sip. 

It didn't taste too bad, actually. Just the slightest bitter as it ran down your throat, but it didn't burn or anything, in contrast to when you'd had whiskey before. That had killed your throat. 

You downed a cup after your half cup, then another. Your vision was getting way too blurry to see the concerned glances Gojo was giving you, yet you were still able to tell that he seemed perfectly fine as he sipped on his second cup. 

Then, finally, as your fingers failed to grasp your cup and you toppled forwards onto the counter, Gojo placed his cup down with a thud and poked you in the arm.

"I think that's enough for you, my dear," he scolded as he picked you up with ease.

Your state made your delirious, otherwise you were sure to have protested that you could walk by yourself, a feat that no matter how you argued for, didn't really seem possible. 

Gojo carried you over to the bed, and even though it wouldn't be too comfortable sleeping in long sleeves and jeans, he knew his boundaries and instead simply tucked you in.

Watching you snuggle against his pillow, he smiled a little half smile. Gojo kissed you on the forehead gently, and you stirred, causing him to pull back quickly to avoid waking you. 

"Sleep well, my dear. " 

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