ᴛᴏᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟ | ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ 五条悟

9. ˢᵉˡᶠ ᶜᵒⁿᵗʳᵒˡ

"I can't go anywhere except to your place, I'm homeless remember?" he winks.

I sigh heavily. I know he knows what I meant by it. He doesn't want to face my reaction to his answer, so he lets me push him off me and walk away. I look up, the stars are brightly shining, and as I inhale deeply, I start to think that I might not be ready to hear his answer either.

We arrive shortly after and make our way to my room secretly. We pass the living room and it reeks of alcohol. It's the first time I find a good side to my dad being an alcoholic, I can sneak a tall white haired man to my room without causing a ruckus.

"About those ribs." He says as we enter my room. "Undress and let me see."

I gasp - or squeal. Not sure at this point since all my focus is getting sucked in his intense gaze.

Everything happens too soon for me to think and I can only notice how somber are his eyes as he tosses me on the bed.

"Ouch!" I wince as he gets on me. "Didn't you worry about my ribs?"

"You insisted on going to work but you can't handle a gentle toss?"

His hand is gently lifting my shirt despite his passive aggressive attitude. Shivers follow his fingers brushing my skin. I longed for his touch all day but something about it just feels off.

I grab his hand. "What's wrong with you?"

He lifts his head and locks eyes. I'm paralyzed by his gaze becoming darker and darker.

He ignores my hand and keeps lifting my shirt until he exposes my bruised ribs.

"Had fun at work?" he says in a placid tone.

"Couldn't say it was fun - stop undressing me -"

"At least you made friends. That brown haired guy was cute."

Both my eyebrows raise in an exaggerated manner. "Noah?" I cannot hide the surprise in my voice nor keep a little chuckle out.

"Noah." he repeats with a disgusted expression as he keeps on lifting my shirt, higher than needed.

I cannot believe what is happening.

"How can someone like you be jealous? Aren't you the over confident type?"

The way he raises ever so slowly his head is frightening. His gaze reaches mine and I can see his muscles tense under his long sleeved t-shirt.

I would have never pictured Gojo Satoru as the jealous type. Who could have interest in somebody else than him? Sure, Noah is very cute and seems like a nice guy, but...

"This isn't jealousy." he breathes as he leans forward, clamping my hands beside my head. He trails hard kisses along my throat, and it feels like he's holding off reaping me apart.

"Sure it is -"

His leg pressing against me makes me choke on my words.

"You're not fair Satoru. You're off being a model and showing off to the whole female's population and you get all worked up because I talk to some guy?"

Here I did it. I don't want him to know how I feel about it. I don't want to be selfish and make him feel bad about working. But I can't help the thought of it tightening my chest.

And the worst of it? He doesn't even argue about it. He just keeps on touching me, setting my body ablaze from excitation and anger.

I'm not used to this. I don't know how to deal with men, I don't know how to deal with him even less, I don't know how to deal with the fear of losing someone I chose to love, someone I could lose in so many ways.