𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 | Fem reader x Gojo Satoru

The return

Present day, On a flight from Rome to Tokyo

I've been dreading this day for the past, what, around 2 years? Yeah, that's how long I've been in Rome. I've been dreading coming back to Tokyo every day that I've been in Rome. I've been dreading coming back and seeing Satoru and his smug face. I just want to punch it.

If you can't tell already, I seem to have reached the anger stage of my relationship grief over these last two years, but overall I'm so over it. I've accepted there's nothing I can do, so instead I sit here in first class gazing out the window and enjoying my gin and tonic in peace.

Who knows? Maybe I won't even see Satoru when I get there! God that would be a dream. Anyway, I have to think on the plus side, I can show Shoko all the amazing recipes I learnt whilst in Italy. So returning isn't all that bad, I just don't want any skeletons to jump out of their well-sealed closets at me while I'm here.

The flight finally lands after 15 hours and I feel sub-par to say the least. An arranged car takes me to my apartment in Tokyo and it's just how I remember it. Believe it or not, jujutsu sorcerers make some pretty good money and me being a special grade, well lets just say I can afford to have some nice marble counters (if you know what I mean).

I do some light unpacking before taking a nap. My sleep schedule is very messed up, so I decide to visit Jujutsu Tech whilst I have the time in order to keep me occupied. Then I remember that I don't have my uniform. Well my original uniform that is...

I only have the one I wore in Rome, but it'll have to do. The outfit is a variation of the original Jujutsu Tech outfit but in a slightly deeper purple. It's a long sleeve top tucked into a pencil skirt that comes half way down my thigh. It's... cute. But at least I won't stand out in the school by not wearing any form of uniform because that's the last thing I need.

I throw on my black boots before heading out the door. I take the subway and get there in a short amount of time. As I stand at the bottom of the long cascade of steps that ascend to reach the school, the nostalgia comes flooding back.

I can practically see me, Shoko, Geto and he who shall not be named running up these stairs to the school laughing. I begin my ascent towards the top and when I finally reach the main building I enter Yaga's office.

"Y/n, we weren't expecting you today." he remarks, obviously surprised.

"Yeah well, I had some free time so I thought why not come here? So far I can see nothing's changed." I say with a laugh gesturing to his office which is exactly the same as it was the last time I was here.

"Yes, I think you'll find that with the rest of the school too. I know this is probably a bad time, but I wanted to warn you." I almost know what he's going to say, but I internally plead that he doesn't. "You're going to be working with Satoru during your time here." Uh oh.

"It's okay, I'm sure we can both act in a professional manner. What happened then does not still affect me today." I lie through my teeth.

"I know YOU can act professionally, but I doubt Satoru can. Thank you for doing this, I acknowledge it must be difficult."

"Ah, It's no issue, I can handle whatever he throws at me." Lies once again, I'm surprised my nose isn't touching the far wall of this room by now. Yaga dismisses me and I walk out onto the balcony outside his room. Uh oh. Bad memories here, must leave. I walk away from the area in a speedily fashion and make my way over to Shoko's infirmary. She sees me from down the corridor and runs towards me as we embrace one another. She still smells of cigarettes, but she smells like home to me.

"Haven't been able to quit, huh?" I ask her.

"Not yet." She shakes her head smiling at the floor. We catch up as old friends do, but all of a sudden her tone turns serious. "Y/n, there's something you should know... It's about Satoru he-"