His Eyes, Your Ears - Gojo Satoru x Reader

IV - Imposter Syndrome

Betrayal is the only truth that sticks.
-Arthur Miller

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"I didn't ask for this."

"Then you'll have to live with disappointment," He flashes you an all-too-pleased-with-himself smile. "Becaaause it's totally permanently in your phone now."

You roll your eyes. "Yeah, right. As if I wouldn't be able to delete a contact."

He has a devilish smirk on his face, but his voice is annoyingly innocent and cheerful. "Go ahead, try!"

You gasp. "Gojo! Did you jailbreak my new phone?!"

"Uh, uh! That not what my contact reads as!" He snatches your phone from your hands, and points a large finger to the tiny name on your screen. "It's 'My Beloved Best Friend Satoru'!"

"Satoru," You say dangerously. "Erase this or I'll erase you from existence."

He chuckles. "Oh, I'd love to see you try. You're cute when you try to beat me."

Your mouth opens and closes as you try to find words, and you try to ignore the heat on your cheeks. "S-Satoru! You asshole, give me my phone back!"

He holds it high above your head, a wide smile lingering on his face. He's having way too much fun with this. You jump, trying to swat it out of his hand, but to no avail.

"Why did you even do this?" You grumble, sighing. "What, is it 'how many ways can I torture (Y/N) in the span of a few hours' day?"

He smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "You're weak, remember? You gotta have me on speed dial if you want to survive in this line of work."

First, your eyes widen at his blunt statement. Then you sigh again, this time a bit sadly. "Wow, you have so much faith in me...thanks."

"You never know what's out there," Gojo says. "If you ever have any trouble, call me."

You narrow your eyes at him, "Is this a prank? I thought you hated 'helping the weak'."

"I'm serious, (Y/N)," He says firmly. "I'll always pick up. Abuse the privilege, whatever, I don't care. Just don't die."

Your head snaps towards him, mouth hanging open with shock. "Satoru, what...? I'm not going to..."

You fall silent. There's no guarantee of that.

He steps closer to you, closer than what you'd consider friendly. Your heart skips a beat.

"Just do it, okay? I'll always be on the other end."

Always, huh? But now...

Ring, ring, ring. You bite your lip, pressing your phone hard against your ear, as if his voice will appear if you wish it enough. Ring, ring, ring.

"Please..." You whisper. "Come on, come on."

Your breath hitches as the distinctive timbre of Satoru's voice fills your ear, but your shoulders fall almost immediately.

"Hey, sorry I've missed your call! If you close your eyes, recite my name five times, and spin around twice, I might get back to ya! No exceptions – not even–"

You sigh and hang up before you're put through to voice mail. It's not like he'll listen to it, anyway.

He's been avoiding you. You haven't seen him for days – six, to be exact. It's been five days since Shoko deemed you well enough to recover at home, despite the worryingly slow rate that your cursed energy has been returning. You were released with the promise you wouldn't exert yourself and absolutely would not use any cursed energy. All the while, you had childishly held two crossed fingers behind your back – your promise was as empty as you felt.