𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 | Fem reader x Gojo Satoru

Release

The day had come. The day that I had to face Gojo Satoru had come and I wasn't too happy about it to say the least. I'd considered calling in sick to work just to avoid him, but I knew I couldn't go on like that forever. Instead here I am, dragging myself out of bed at this unholy hour. I throw on my uniform and make my usual breakfast, some kind of oats with fruit. It's enough to keep me going until lunch.

I grab the subway like usual on the way to work and I eventually reach Jujutsu tech. The day surprisingly goes without a hitch as Satoru isn't in because of "prior commitments" so I'm left to take care of the kids on my own and to be honest, I prefer it right now. The day grows old and I'm walking down the familiar steps out of Jujutsu tech and at the bottom to my surprise I see the blonde girl with whom Satoru has met up with a couple times before.

I assume she doesn't know that he's not here today, so I start heading in her direction to let her know about his absence and that's when I notice him walking towards her from the distance. I continue walking down the steps but correct my direction to where I need to go, rather than towards the girl. I can't believe he would duck out of work just to then meet up with some girl after. Especially after what happened on Friday evening.

I've now passed the girl, but before he reaches her Satoru notices me.

"Y/n?" He calls from across the path. "You have a second? There's something that I need to talk to you about."

I roll my eyes and turn to face him.

"And what would that be?"

"What's with the attitude all of a sudden?" He asks.

"What is it you need to ask me?"

"No, what's wrong? you seem pissed off." He persists and this only makes me more mad. I check to see if we're in earshot of the girl who's waiting and we're not, which makes this a whole lot easier.

"You really want to know what's on my mind Satoru? What's on my mind, is the fact that you came over to my apartment last night, kissed me, slept on my couch and then left without saying a word. What's on my mind, is that you mess with my feelings every waking moment of every day and then go back to one of your other girls that you pick up off the street every evening."

I point at the blonde girl standing out of earshot behind me. "What's annoying me, is that you call in sick for work so I have to do your job and then proceed to meet up with one of your women after."

I finish my rant and his face displays no emotions, but before he can respond I move past him. I flash a light smile at the girl in the hopes that she didn't overhear my previous conversation, which is met with a hesitant smile from her. I truly feel bad for her, so there's no need to drag anyone else into Satoru and my issues.

I get the subway back to my apartment and immediately pour myself a drink. I change out of my clothes to something more comfortable and call Shoko.

"Hello?" she answers.

"You won't believe who I just saw." I practically shout down the phone.

"Are you drunk y/n?"

"No." Silence ensues, but I break it by continuing my storytelling. "I saw Satoru meeting up with one of his girls outside the school after he'd randomly taken the day off! I had to do his job for him, just because he wanted to meet up with some woman!"

"Y/n-" Shoko begins but I cut her off.

"I can't believe him. Where did he get the guts to pull something like that? He's such an ungrateful asshole. I should really give him a piece of my-"

"Y/N." She cuts me off successfully this time by raising her voice down the phone. "Satoru always takes Mondays off, it's his day off. He only works 4 days a week... it's not new."

I slap my hand to my mouth.

"Oh my god." Is all I can say in shock.

"What. Why are you saying 'oh my god'? What did you do?"

"Oh my god Shoko... I may have confronted him... and said some things... Oh my god Shoko I am so embarrassed... I feel so stupid!"

"It's fine, how were you supposed to know? I'm sure he'll understand-"

"No, no, no I didn't just confront him about work I confronted him about everything... everything Shoko!"

"Okay calm down, there's nothing you can do now, it's fine. Whatever you said was going to come out at one point or another..."

"I guess... but oh my god I feel so bad!"

Shoko continues to attempt to calm me down for the rest of the phone call, but it doesn't really work. The whole time I'm sipping on my drink and pacing my kitchen trying to remember what exactly I said, but my mind just becomes more cloudy.

It's now 12:00 am and I can't take it anymore. I can't leave myself feeling like this. I wrap myself up in my coat and leave my apartment getting the train to a certain someone's flat and before I know it, I'm standing outside his door.

I pause before I knock. The buzz of the alcohol is still very much with me and I'm practically swaying side to side as I deliberate what to do here. Eventually I think how stupid it would look if I just left right now and raise my hand to knock on his door.

I do two short knocks, but then decide to do a third just to make sure he hears them. I then realise that I've just knocked an extremely ominous and slightly threatening pattern of knocks on his door. Whilst I'm internally freaking out about my number of knocks, the door is flung open and It's Satoru.

I don't know why I'm surprised, I am at his door after all, but I'm also 100% sure that I look like a deer caught in headlights from his perspective right now.

"Y/n?" He asks, obviously just as confused as I am.

"Yeah, It's me I..." why did I say 'it's me'? What is this? "I just wanted to say, I'm sorry, I don't know, I kind of went off on one and then... Shoko! Shoko told me it's your day off... but I didn't know! And now I don't know what to do and I feel like I'm just throwing up words everywhere so I'm going to stop now." I stop and look at his face hopefully. In a matter of two seconds I've already forgotten what I just blurted out, so there's not a drop of embarrassment in me at this very moment.

To my surprise he lets out a brief laugh and I look at him confused.

"Are you drunk?" He asks me.

"Are YOU drunk?" I question him back. Wow. 100% not something a drunk person would say, well done y/n.

"Come in, you look like you're going to pass out any second."

I start walking towards him and he's right, I can barely stand up right. My body has transitioned from the energetic drunk stage, to the, I'm extremely tired and sad stage. He guides me into his apartment by putting his hand on my back and helps me to take my coat off too.

He directs me to the couch, bringing me a glass of water as he sits down next to me.

"I'm sorry." I begin.

"For what?"

"For coming here. I came to apologise for earlier but now I'm just being annoying and you're having to look after me..."

"It's fine y/n. You did the same for me a couple days ago."

"Yeah and look at where we ended up." I wince as I fear I've said something wrong, but he doesn't react.

"No. I'm sorry. I left without telling you, I shouldn't have done that."

"Why did you do it?" I ask him, the alcohol in me spurring on my confidence.

"I made you cry the night before. I didn't want to hurt you any more."

I place the glass of water in my hands on the nearby coffee table and wrap my arms around him, leaning all my bodyweight forwards. It's a very drunk hug.

"When are you going to realise that you leaving me is what hurts the most?"