𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 | Fem reader x Gojo Satoru

Why Don't We Just Pretend?

I push through Kento's glass doors and enter the lobby, my heels clicking briskly along the floor as I do so. The noise my shoes make irks me. It's far too cheerful to fit my gloomy mood today. I exhale as I look down at my feet before looking back up, planting a forced smile on my face as I gaze over at the receptionist who reciprocates my smile.

Okay, if I can just do that to every colleague I see then we shouldn't have a problem. Yeah, It'll be okay. I only have to do it for... the rest of my career? Yeah, that's 100% going to work. As I pace the corridor, I don't look into Satoru's office. It's too early for me to be reminded of what happened yesterday evening.

It's not like I can avoid him all day though. I have to drop his work that I did yesterday round to him anyway, and I laugh to myself as I sit down at my desk chair. It really is humorous that I was doing his work whilst he was with another woman. I flick through the pages on my desk and re-order them. My filing is interrupted when I hear my office door open, and my eyes shoot to the origin of the noise.

I see Suguru walk in with two coffees and he looks at me confused. I don't blame him, I must look like a deer caught in headlights right now because I was worried that it might be Satoru.

"I brought you coffee." He says as he walks towards my desk and my expression relaxes.

"Thanks." I tell him as I continue to reshuffle the pages on my desk. I see him pause for a second as he puts the coffee down and I look up at him. "What is it?"

"No coffee from Satoru?" He asks and I nod my head before getting up from my desk.

"You're my only runner now." I say with a wink as I walk past him. Before I can leave, he touches my arm, causing me to turn back around to him. "You okay?" I ask him and he gives me a worried expression as his brow furrows.

"Are you okay?" He asks me, flipping the question round.

"I'm fine." I say as I wave my hand through the air and Suguru gives me a disbelieving look.

"It's really done?" He says, his hand falling away from my arm. I feel a wave of embarrassment as I remember the fact he saw the painting. He knows how invested I was in Satoru. "That would explain why he is smoking again..."

"Yeah." I respond with a shrug and Suguru cocks his head to the side. Maybe I should act more sad, this seems to be provoking his suspicions more than if I were to be crying in his arms. Suguru's final sentence causes a pang of pain within me. Satoru is smoking again?

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asks again and I nod. I don't even want to be having this conversation at work, this is supposed to be my sanctuary away from Satoru and my breakup.

"I'm really sure." I reassure him with a laugh as I turn back around to exit my office. I pace down the corridor, stacking the pages against my hand as I do so to make sure they're neat. I reach Satoru's office and don't even look at him as I enter. I walk towards his desk, placing the pages down as I finally meet his gaze. His mouth is slightly agape and I look back down to the pages I just put on his desk.

"That's your work I did yesterday to keep up with your timetable." I say as I point to the top page. I then separate the stack in two and point to a second page. "This is what I couldn't do, in person meetings and etcetera plus a few things that need authorisation." I say as my gaze flicks up to his. He's not even paying attention to what I'm saying, he's staring right at me rather than the work. "Are you listening?" I ask and his gaze remains fixed on mine as he stays silent.

I let out a sigh and pull my hands back from the papers. If he's not even going to have the decency to pay attention to the favour I'm doing him, then I have no obligation to help him. I turn back around and begin to walk to his office door, but I hear his chair shift from behind me and he paces after me.

I look back over my shoulder in surprise as he grabs my arm, pulling me back around to face him as he does so. His expression is desperate.

"Y/n-" He begins but in a deft movement I pull my arm out of his grip harshly and step back from him.

"What do you think you're doing?" I ask. "Don't touch me." I say as I reach up to where he grabbed my arm and brush the area. It's not that he hurt me, Satoru would never do that physically, it's that his touch still feels just as it did a few days ago. It still feels electric.

"Please listen to me." He says as he takes a small step towards me, his voice pleading and tender.

"I don't think there's anything for me to hear. We are at work, please act like it." I tell him as I turn back around and walk towards his door quickly, not even giving him time to say whatever the hell he wants to. I know what he will say anyway. 'Oh Y/n, I wasn't going to fuck her... I would never do that... I just wanted to make you jealous!' Tough shit moron, shouldn't have invited her round in the first place then should you... plus he had his shirt undone!

I push through my office door angrily and slam my fist on my desk as I re-enter my office. At least I'm not crying is all I can think as I calm myself back down and sit at my desk. Crying would probably be worse than the angry state I'm in.

I reach out to the coffee Suguru brought me and take a sip. My face cringes as the liquid meets my tastebuds. I turn the cup round to check the ingredients list. No almond milk and vanilla syrup? I could handle him choosing the wrong milk, but Suguru is just guessing my order at this point (to be fair I haven't corrected him, but where did vanilla syrup even come from?) I put the cup back down on my desk and sigh into my hands as memories of Satoru flash through my mind. How he took so much pride in knowing my coffee order and bringing it to me every morning.

I take another sip of the coffee and shake my head. For the rest of the day I manage to avoid Satoru successfully by staying in my office the whole day, and as I begin to pack up, Shoko enters my office. She's got a brown paper bag in her hand and she closes my office door behind her as she enters. Walking towards my desk, she gives me a careful look before setting the bag down on the table and taking a seat opposite me.

"Is it true?" She says and I roll my eyes.

"What are you talking about?" I ask her, knowing exactly what she's talking about.

"Are you and Satoru really done?" She says and I sit back down in my desk chair, my chances of leaving on time gone considering Shoko's arrival.

"Yep." I respond and she begins to rummage around in the paper bag.

"How are you handling it?" She says as she pulls out two, paper wrapped burgers from the bag and my eyes light up with happiness as she holds one out to me. I reach out my hand to take it, but she pulls it back quickly out of my reach, stopping me from receiving it. I furrow my brow at her action. "Nuh uh." She says playfully as she wags her finger at me. "You get this once you tell me how you're feeling." She says as she points to the burger and I roll my eyes.

"I'm fine." I tell her and she narrows her eyes at me.

"How can you be fine?" She says with a scoff.

"Because... it's just... I don't know, okay?" I tell her ambiguously, not wanting to divulge the situation. She rolls her eyes and holds out the burger to me and I grab it out of her hands with a thanks.

"I know you're lying to me, but I'm too hungry to hold you back from the food any more." She tells me and I nod in agreement. "I told Suguru this tactic wouldn't work." She mutters before taking a bite of her burger.

"Suguru told you?" I say as I cover my mouth with my hand before taking another ravenous bite.

"Yeah, he's worried about you." She says with a laugh and I look to the side awkwardly. "You're one of the most stubborn, yet strongest people I know. There's no way you would tell me what happened even if I begged you." Shoko says dramatically but I nod in agreement. She really does know me well.

"It's embarrassing." I exclaim annoyed and she raises an eyebrow. "That's all you need to know." I trail off and she shrugs he shoulders.

"I get the gist." She says before taking another bite of her burger. I'm glad she doesn't push for answers, I'd rather not talk about it at this point in time.

Talking just drags things back up and makes them seem more real, which is the last thing I need right now.