𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 | Fem reader x Gojo Satoru

Confession

The days after that evening fly by. It's as if seeing Satoru acting like that with another woman has given me some kind of closure that he's moved on and so should I. There's also no reason for us to not be friends now I suppose, but I'm still hesitant to get closer to him.

After all, Nanami did tell me about the way he treats women after he's done with them and I don't want to be the next girl he throws away. Speaking of Nanami, we've become closer over the last few days. We mostly talk about our mutual hatred of Satoru, but it's nice to be around someone so like-minded.

Gojo's tendencies haven't changed either. Like Shoko said, it's mostly still a new woman every night and they sometimes even wait for him outside Jujutsu Tech for when he gets off work. It's funny to see them at the bottom of the steps, waiting for him to come out. It's also funny that it's almost never the same girl.

That is, except for the blonde girl I saw him with the night when we all went to the bar. She's been waiting there for him a couple times. He still acts rather cold to me at work, but what can I expect. You get what you give, am I right?

It's currently 12:30 am on a Saturday and I'm winding down watching TV on my couch. I'm wearing baggy grey sweatpants and a knitted cream off the shoulder jumper (yes, the one that Shoko disapproved of). I've also just got out the shower, so my hair's still damp.

My peace is broken when I hear a knock at the door. I look to the direction of the knock, wondering who could it even be at this hour. Shoko maybe? I look back at the tv and contemplate not even answering, but there's another knock which almost scares me half to death.

I walk up to the door and open it slowly. I'm met with the last person I would ever expect to be at my door. The, Gojo Satoru. He's wearing a white dress shirt and black trousers, but his sleeves are rolled to halfway up his forearms. I look to his face, he's wearing those stupid sunglasses so I still can't see his eyes, but from the way he's moving I can tell he's drunk. Very drunk. Judging from his motions and the way he's dressed I imagine he's been to a bar for the first half of the evening and has now somehow ended up here.

"Why are you here, Satoru?" I rub my forehead in frustration. Being in this close proximity with him practically gives me a headache alone.

"I didn't want to go anywhere else." He replies and I give him a confused look.

Before I can respond he leans forward and places his head on my shoulder. I have to wrap my arms around him to stop myself from falling back and I let out a surprised gasp at the same time. He's got his infinity off. He also reeks of alcohol, I can taste the tequila shots in the air just being this close to him.

"What are you doing?" I whisper angrily as he leans further into me. I would just move out the way and let him fall face first, but I don't want him to dent or stain my floor, so I keep my arms wrapped around him for a few seconds longer.

He eventually pulls back from me and takes off his glasses. I see his eyes. The eyes that I haven't seen up close in what... two years now? They're the same as I remember and just as blue. But they're surrounded by a red haze which I put down to the alcohol.

He doesn't reply with words. He looks at me for a split second before grabbing my waist with one hand and the back of my neck with another, pulling me as close to him as physically possible. Our lips are so near that they're almost brushing together as we exchange breaths between us. They finally touch and his lips are as soft and warm as I remember. I pull back slightly to savour the moment before we meet again and our bodies are pressed against one another.

My mouth parts slightly to gasp for air as he takes the opportunity to swipe his tongue across my bottom lip. Suddenly, he lifts my legs either side of his waist, never stopping the kiss all the while. It's as if he's trying to shut me up because he knows this can't last for long and I'll have to say something to stop it soon.

He lifts my whole body and places me on the kitchen island. I can feel the cool marble through my sweatpants and Satoru stands in-between my legs, parting them. It's like we can't get close enough to one another. We're a hot mess and will probably melt into one if we keep going the way we currently are.

I rake my hand through his icy white hair and he slides his hand down to my shoulder before moving his head there too as he nips at my collarbone. I let out an involuntary moan before he moves his concentration back to my lips and his hand back to my hair.

I suddenly remember who I'm kissing. I don't pull back, I just pause, and he can tell something's wrong. He stops too and rests his forehead against mine, both of us panting heavily. A tear falls down my cheek and onto his as he looks up and sees me crying.

"I... I didn't mean for this to happen-"

"Why did you do it then?" I ask him, suddenly consumed by anger at the fact he would play with my feelings like this.

"I don't know... I didn't know where to go... and I found myself at your door..."

"No Satoru." He looks up at me. "Why did you do what you did two years ago. Why did you end what we had?"

"I had to..."

"No you didn't. You could have done anything but that and it would have been a better choice." I spit back at him.

"You don't understand. I saw you being ripped apart from the inside out when I was in such a vulnerable state! I couldn't be your ball and chain anymore y/n, I couldn't hold you back because of my own grief. I did what I thought was right for you!" he says as his feelings practically pour out of him due to his level of intoxication.

"I was more stable before you left me. After you left my whole world crumbled. I left Tokyo because I couldn't stand being around you but not with you Satoru!" My tears have dried up by now and the only thing left is frustration.

He embraces me in his strong grip and I reciprocate wrapping my arms around him too.

"I'm sorry... I'm so so sorry." Is all he can say, but I can't respond. He says he did the best thing for me, but he's going around with other women constantly even when I'm here. It doesn't add up.

I remove his arms from around me and jump down from the counter.

"You're drunk Satoru. You don't mean what you're saying. You probably won't even remember half of this in the morning."

He remains silent but I keep my back to him so I can't see his expression.

"You can stay here tonight, I don't want you getting in a random uber or attempting to drive yourself. There's blankets in the cabinet next to the TV. I don't think it's a good idea to sleep in the same bed tonight, so I hope you don't mind taking the couch."

I walk straight to my room and lie in my bed stunned. I can't believe what just happened. How was I so stupid? I let down my guard and fell into my old ways, I can only pray that he doesn't remember anything tomorrow morning.

The next morning

Light pours through my window and onto my bed which gives me a rude awakening. At least it's the weekend which means I don't have to get up for work. I lie in for a couple more minutes, but then remember who's on my couch. If I remember anything about Satoru it's that he's hopeless at cooking and I fear that if he tries to make himself breakfast he'll burn down my whole flat.

I rush out my bedroom and burst into the living room. Silence. There's nothing but silence. And suddenly I feel so, so alone. I drop to my knees in the middle of my apartment, but I don't cry. I'm far too sad to do that.

I look over to the sofa and see that there's a blanket folded up at the end of it. This pushes me over the edge, now I feel really, really alone. But what was I expecting? We made out and then I forced him to sleep on the couch... am I a bitch?

No. No, he deserved my bitch behaviour. He ruined me, and then just expects me to forgive him whilst he gets with other women? That apology was two years too late. And he was drunk, meaning theres no guarantee that he even meant any of it.

After I've gone through the five stages of grief in the space of eight minutes spent kneeling on my living room floor, I get up and make myself some breakfast. I've got a whole two days before I have to face him again and in those two days I have to consolidate my feelings and forget about what happened on Friday evening.