Heaven and back - Satoru Gojo x Reader

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(please read the caption after reading the chapter)

y/n she was kneeling on the asphalt, in front of her her latest victim whose head she supported by the hair  "how does it feel to be beaten up by a girl?" she asked

"please...I surrender" the man was breathing heavily and his eyes were covered with rivulets of blood flowing from his hairline

the girl let go. she rose slowly clicking her tongue in disappointment

"pathetic" pressed the sole of his shoe to the soldier's skull applying gradual pressure "you're pathetic"

"let me go" the soldier gasped with his lips nearly touching the concrete from the pressure

y/n watched him plead, indifferent to the scene. Her gaze was cold and impassive, but not a thought crossed her mind. the excitement of the battle had faded away and now it seemed almost empty and unstimulated, almost devoid of any emotion whatsoever

eventually she kicked him in the temple causing him to lose his senses

"who knows how's Satoru doing?" she said turning on the phone intending to send a message

a gentle breeze reached her neck, also carrying a familiar cologne to her nostrils, the scent of the sea. a whisper reached her right ear "do you miss me already y/n?"

how can he be so fast?

she closed the phone with a click and turned her head to the side, just enough to notice him out of the corner of her eye "and you? you came so fast, did you miss me long before?"

he made himself visible by walking around her body and planting himself straight in front of her. His signature smirk and shades dangling from his long fingers greeted her  "i thought you couldn't handle those man alone but it seems i was wrong" alluded at the passed out bodies around them

"who are you calling weak long legs?" she arched an eyebrow annoyed by the allusion

instead he arrogantly lifted his chin at that reaction "you" the smirk widened "got a problem?"

she crossed her arms more annoyed than before by his behavior, what the hell is wrong with him

Her eyes observed, scrutinized and studied his whole body, perhaps looking for a weak point in his too open posture "no, the person standing in front of me is not worth it"

he took a step forward lowering his torso to her height and meeting her annoyed gaze "then why are you analyzing me as if I could attack you?" asked "are you scared of me y/n?" added, braiding a strand of her hair on her finger

what is he doing..is this is personality? is he like that with everyone? am i everyone?

she giggled over it "unlike you I know how to apply my techniques" she said, knowing perfectly well that she was hitting a sore spot

in fact, the white-haired sorcerer let anger deform his lips into a grimace "do you feel better now?" he pulled the strand of hair that previously stroked between his fingers "you haven't grown a few inches though"

"let go of my hair" she slapped his hand

they silently stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds, mentally declaring their pride; the boy with arrogance and the girl with anger