𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑺𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑾⇢ Gojo Satoru

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐀𝐌

KINZOKU MIKAZUKI DIDN'T KNOW WHAT SHE REGRETTED MOST. Was it the egregious amount of alcohol she consumed the previous night? Or was it her drunken behaviour what appalled her the most? The sorceress couldn't tell and, honestly, she wasn't really inclined to keep on wondering about it when her head was still thrumming like a hammer. The hungover was the easiest part, especially when she could conceal the bags under her eyes with a dark pair of sunglasses and ease the headache with a Tylenol. The hard part – the one that still clung to her, even after a good five hours of sleep – was how she'd lusted after Satoru when he pushed her against the wall.

Mikazuki licked her lips, the memory becoming more vivid every time it reappeared. The Gojo heir had been so close, his breath ghosting over her flushed cheeks while his lean body was pressed flush against her, not a single ridge or curve left to the imagination. Satoru had always been a physical being, but with the impending doom that awaited them behind every touch, he'd always been careful about where he put his hands.

Until last night, that is. Last night, his hands had been all over her and, for a fleeting moment, Mikazuki had wanted him to put them elsewhere. The sorceress didn't need to filter through her drunken mind to know where, not when her core still throbbed at the memory. The Kinzoku shook her head, clearing her thoughts as she adjusted the sunglasses over her nose, careful to conceal the bags under her eyes which would immediately give her away.

Last night was a distant memory and Mikazuki was done overthinking, especially when Satoru was only a couple of feet away. He'd already been gracious enough to not bring it up when they met outside of Yaga's office, and although Mikazuki played along, a part of her still remained keenly aware of his every move. To her, Gojo Satoru was like a beacon, the power running through his veins calling out to her, the song of a siren luring her own Everlasting. It was always hard to stifle her instincts, especially after last night. Satoru had been so close, his hand splayed on her collarbone, and yet, neither his Infinity nor her Eternity had flared.

Almost as if–

Whatever thought was building up in the back of her mind was ripped away from her when Satoru slammed his hands on the table. Mikazuki did her best not to look started, lowering her glasses so she could take a look at her partner. The Gojo heir let out a noise of frustration, brushing his hair out of his face before he pointed towards the principal with an accusatory look in his face. Satoru was usually quiet during these meetings, his jovial nature making him as disinterested as someone like him could be. Not today, though. Mikazuki could feel the anger brewing under his skin, his Cursed Energy flaring to life.

"How could you have let this go on for so long?" He asked, that poorly concealed anger weaving in into his words. "You should have contacted me as soon as the incidents began."

Yaga pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaling deeply as he prepared himself to deal with the man-child in front of him. Mikazuki crossed her arms in front of her chest, standing sideways while keeping her expression neutral. Nothing about her face betrayed the fact that she had no idea what they were talking about. Maybe I did drink too much last night. She thought, gaze alternating between the two as she caught the gist of the conversation. Whatever was going on clearly was bad enough to elicit an extreme reaction from Gojo, who usually cared very little about these things. As if proving her point, the sorcerer slammed his hands on the table again, but before he could say anything further to offend Yaga, the principal spoke.

"The Magistrate was very clear about this matter. Sending you in without the reports from the scouts would have been a premature move–"

Satoru scoffed, pushing the desk with such force it slammed against the wall. Pencils and papers went flying while Yaga pressed his lips into a thin line.