𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 | Fem reader x Gojo Satoru

Senseless in many ways

*SATORU'S POINT OF VIEW*
He watches as you bite your tongue, swiping the cotton pad along the gash on his hand. He knows you're not good with stuff like this, yet you still choose to help him. Why are you being so selfless?

He thinks back to the arrangement he proposed beforehand. You yourself assured him that there was no attachment on your part, so why does he feel like one of you is going to end up getting hurt? He sighs as he looks into your eyes, so focused on not hurting him and treating his hand.

He knows that both of your egos are too strong to ever admit to any kind of developed intimacy between the two of you, and this causes him to wonder what's going through your head. If he hadn't proposed the two of you being exclusive, would you really have been okay with never sleeping with him again?

As the two of you retire to the couch, he makes sure you're fully covered with the blanket as he pulls you to lay on his lap. He listens to the pattern of your breathing, the warmth from your body providing comfort and reassurance to him as you drift into sleep. Stretching his head over the back of the sofa he wonders whether or not he's made a mistake by suggesting exclusivity. Then again, he purposefully suggested the failsafe of being able to end the arrangement if either of you 'get bored' so he knows he can end things if they go too far.

Now you're certainly going to be the only thing on his mind, that is, if you weren't already.

*Y/N'S POINT OF VIEW*
I wake up, unsurprisingly, in Satoru's arms as we're both still on the sofa. I watch above me as he stretches his hands out behind him. I smile as he lets out a yawn that looks weirdly cute. Did I just call Satoru cute? Someone kill me.

"I thought we weren't going to fall asleep on the sofa?" I ask and he smiles down at me.

"Things don't always go to plan." He says and I feel like this is some kind of subconscious foreshadowing. I sit myself up from his lap and swivel my legs so they're hanging off the sofa normally.

"I guess you're right." I say as I rise from the couch, dropping the blanket behind me and moving towards the kitchen. I sigh as I see the remains of the glass from last night still on the floor and begin to sweep them up before pouring both me and Satoru a cup of coffee. He then proceeds to add five sugar cubes, at which I stare at him in horror.

"How can you drink that?" I ask him, mortified.

"It tastes better this way." He shrugs in response and I shake my head in disbelief. "You know... now that we're exclusive, I'm going to be taking up a lot of your time." Satoru says, a sultry smile spreading across his face.

I turn around to pour myself more coffee, but also to hide my nervous expression. "As if you didn't take up enough already." I respond. Whilst I had my back turned he must have moved closer to me as I feel two large arms wrap around my waist.

"A lot more time..." He says as he leans down, placing chaste kisses up my neck and to my jawline.

"Satoru..." I murmur quietly and he lets out a 'hmm?' in response. Our interaction is interrupted however when I hear a knock at the door. Satoru lets out a frustrated yell and I move away from him to open it. Before I can do so, he sprints ahead of me and I run to catch up to him, worried how it might look if someone sees him open my front door.

I race behind him as fast as I can. "Satoru!" I shout as he enters my living room but he just lets out a laugh in response.

He eventually reaches the door, and I slam into his back as he stops suddenly to open it. I peer round his side to see whoever is standing there, only to see Shoko with a disapproving look on her face.