Into Infinity | Satoru Gojo x Female Reader

Chapter 25

You and Gojo head up the mountain to your bed and breakfast. Gojo, the infuriating man that he is, teases you the whole way. He calls it "testing", but really, it's just an excuse to sneak attack you with kisses.

You try to contain your energy every time he "surprises" you, but by the time you make it to your bed and breakfast you've definitely left a trail of sand behind.

"I'm not sure all this loving is good for my heart," you say.

Gojo laughs. "Too bad, I'm just getting started."

***

It turns out there are hot springs close to your B&B, and not only that but since you're pretty far out you have the whole place completely to yourself.

You change into your bikini and then head over to meet Gojo there.

You arrive first. The steam rising off the surface of the easy green water gives you a sense of relaxation you haven't felt since beginning this whole adventure. Unable to resist, you lower yourself into the water.

The minute the hot water touches your skin you feel all your pent-up energy from this hectic school year relax.

Fighting curses was more taxing than you thought. Not only was it a physical challenge, but it was proving to be deeply emotional too. In fact, it was the emotional aspect that was taking the biggest toll on you. You swear you've experienced more ups and downs in the few months you've been here than you have in your whole life.

You sigh, close your eyes and sink into the silence.

As you sit there, dreaming of all the things you've enjoyed on this journey, a warm white light begins to surround you, like a mist settling in. In it, you can feel all the things that made you fall in love with the man—the playfulness, the general love for life, the darkness that he tries to hide, the honest sweetness, and the deep pain that he doesn't talk about—a very subtle loneliness that makes you want to hold him close and never let him go.

"Boo," Satoru says in your ear.

"If you were planning to surprise me, it didn't work out."

"Aw man, I was being quiet too."

You smile and turn toward the man you love.

The minute you open your eyes you vow to never close them again. Before you is the most godly sight.

Gojo stands there in his swim shorts, his towel slung over his shoulder. At last, you are met with the rest of the view that his collarbone always alluded to—his bare chest, which looks like it was sculpted by the same hands that created the Himalayas, and his abs, his perfect abs. The sight of them pierces your gut and sends a tingle to your lower regions. You follow their pristinely marked path down to his waistline, where his shorts hang dangerously low. Two defined pelvic bones draw your eyes further down until you are met with the frustrating disruption of fabric.

Your cheeks burn.

You sink deeper into the water, hiding your blush under the bubbles.

Gojo sinks in next to you.

All of a sudden you are very aware of the purr of the bubbles and the cool touch of the wind.

"Ah," he says.

Ah.

You turn forward, determined to keep this distance—this is a safe, let's-not-combust the world distance—but Gojo slips in right next to you.

He begins toying with the strap of your bikini. "I like this..." he says.

You feel your skin melting in the water. "Gojo..."