Love Me (Satoru Gojo x Fem reader)

Love Me

Intro/Scene:
Your office, Jujutsu High. After a long day of teaching you're ready to go home and take a hot bath. Today was a rough one; the students were rowdy and defiant, and your fellow teacher, Satoru Gojo, was similarly irritating. You could handle the students, they (usually) respected you and listened on most days, but Gojo caused you more problems than any of the kids. He'd made it very clear that he wanted some kind of relationship with you, but his way of going about that was less than impressive.

In the past several months Gojo had embarrassed himself on multiple occasions trying to win you over. He tried to show off his powers whenever you were around, even when it was entirely unnecessary. He'd buy you flowers and gifts and leave them on your desk, making sure to ask you if you liked them. It wasn't that you didn't like the gestures, you did, but the desperation in his actions was a little off-putting. You weren't someone who fell for people easily; it would take a lot more than some cheap gifts to do that.

You finally drive home and unlock your door. You go straight to the bathroom and take off your shoes, intending to turn on the bath, but you're interrupted by a knock on your door. You consider ignoring the distraction, but figure you'd at least look to see who it was. A quick peek through the peephole and you see a blur of white hair standing in the doorway. You let out a deep sigh, realizing that your difficult day had followed you home. It was Gojo. Should you ignore the knock, or should you humor the man who'd followed you home?

You'll humor him. You unlock your door and open it. Gojo looks surprised that you actually answered and scrambled to explain his appearance. "Hey Y/N, I-uh, can I talk to you?" he says nervously. You pause for a moment and wonder what he could want to talk to you about. You remember earlier that day how much he annoyed you and really didn't want to talk to him. He had shown his most pathetic display yet by loudly flirting with another female teacher right in front of you. Gojo made a point of looking at you while he laughed at anything that teacher said, and rested a hand awkwardly on her shoulder. You wondered what exactly he thought he was doing with this attempt because it wasn't working.

"What do you want?" you ask flatly. You're not in the mood for more of his silly antics and just want to end this exhausting day. He shifts uncomfortably in your doorway and asks if he can come inside. He came all the way here, you think, why the hell not? You open the door for him to enter and he makes his way inside. He looks around the room and compared it to the image he'd created in his mind of what your home must look like. Gojo often wondered how you lived and liked that he finally got to see it for himself.

He turns to look at you and musters the courage to blurt out the burning question that had been torturing him for months. "Why don't you like me?!" he says, the distress apparent in his tone. This immature question, along with the way he said it, made you recoil. He waits for your answer with a pathetic look plastered on his face. How do you even respond to that? You do like him, but this childish display has you questioning your feelings. It takes a moment for you to decide what you should say.

"Because you're fucking annoying" you respond. You'd think with the look on his face you just told him the most devastating news he'd ever heard. He loved you, he really did, and you just crushed the dreams he had of spending his life with you. You were the first person he could ever see himself getting serious with. You were kind, smart, funny, and strong. He saw the kindness you showed other people and so desperately wanted you to show him the same kindness.

You see tears start to build in the corners of his blue eyes and immediately regret what you said. "Do you really think that?" he asks, voice beginning to break. You sigh, "No, I don't. You're just...the way you do things is unnecessary. You don't need to do all this." He wonders what you mean by "all this." He tries so hard to show you how he feels by giving you things he thinks you'd like. He'd even resorted to flirting with another person just to get you to notice him. What did he need to do to get you to love him back?