°°Where ( y/n) (l/n), a special grade sorcerer meets gojo satoru°°
♡》Gojo x fem!reader
♡》There will 100% be swearing
♡》I'm writing this purely out of bordom to be honest
♡》I don't own any of the characters in this book apart from y/n and any other...
Third person You wake up to the dreadful sound of an alarm clock, staring at the most intresting thing in the world, your very own ceiling. After sighing enough times to make any decent human being concerned, you finally gather the will to get up from your bed, proceeding with the shitty day at work ahead of you.
After finishing drying off from your shower, you reach to pull out an outfit you would wear that day. You wore a black body-tight crop top which had a turtle neck, accompanied by a pair of straight legged jeans with white stitching. You also wore a two black gloves, made from lace with intricate patterns and a pair of comfortable pair of doc martens or white air forces. You put on your shoes, and head to work at jujustu tech high.(reference photos for the fit ) :
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(if you don't like it you can choose smt else or wear the teacher's uniform like gojo)
The day before, you had previously been told by principle yaga that you would be teaching a group of three students, alongside another teacher. You had to admit, you were quite interested as to why exactly he choose a special grade sorcerer such as yourself to be on this team. You knew the team woud be well, quite special.
You walk towards the trainning grounds, curious of who exactly the teacher would be. As you reach you destination, your steps come to halt, as your mouth hangs slightly open.
"No. Fucking. Way" you utter, pausing in between each word.
Of all people who you could have been choosen to work with, of course, it had to be
Gojo.
Fucking.
Satoru.
(A/N uh hi i dont actually know what the fuck im doing here, this is my first fanfic help in case anyone is actually reading this, i hope you enjoyed it and remember to leave a vote if you did <3 have a good day/night!! )
