|POLARITY| Gojo Satoru x Reader

44.

Gojo's POV

We are already close to the school grounds, and I still can't stop myself from glaring at them through the rearview mirror every couple of minutes. At least they are quiet this time. Still, they ruined the perfect atmosphere we had, with her eyes looking up at me and her lips slightly parted, as if begging me to kiss them, her neck too. I didn't care they were there, as if I couldn't feel their dorky presence outside the door, but they just had to make noise. They should know by now how difficult it can be to make progress with Y/n; she is reserved, hard to approach, even more if you're looking for any interaction that is beyond superficial.

She is usually friendly, no matter what. But I've seen her interact with others; it's almost always this owed kindness, like she is doing and saying what she thinks is right, not what she truly feels. Well, except for when she is with me. She usually stays silent when it isn't just us in the conversation. As I snap out of my head, my eyes catch her in the corner of my eye. She isn't being subtle about the fact she is looking at me; she isn't even looking at my eyes. As she notices me, her eyes come up to mine. When I feel sure she will look away, she doesn't. I can feel a tug on my stomach.

I suppress a smile as I try to focus back on the road. She is literally just looking at me, but still, she is usually the one to breat  eye contact. So why didn't she look away?

I turn, driving into the Jujutsu High School. "Kids... out." I put the car in park and feel some peace as they open the car doors, getting out of the car with their eyes looking back at me as if asking for forgiveness.

I'll get revenge.

"Good night!" Y/n waves to them for a few seconds before her eyes snap back at me.

Something seems different as her eyes scan mine; whenever she looked at me, it somehow felt like she did it by accident or inertia. But not today. I feel the weird tug come back when she breathes deeply and tilts her head, not breaking the eye contact as she seems to scan my face.

This is new.

"I liked the last house," her voice is low, raspy. Is it the house that got her looking at me like that? If I knew she liked this type of thing I would have tried buying her before. Well, I did that in the bid, but that doesn't count.

"Did you? Do you want me to buy it?" I pull out my phone from my back pocket. I should tell Ijichi to transfer the money; I type it quickly, clicking send.

Could we move in tonight? She doesn't have a lot of stuff. Maybe if I take her out for dinner and call some people to move my stuff, we can.

"What did Sukuna mean?" Her words jolt me out of the idyllic plan I had been crafting in my mind for us. I know she is quick to catch on, but still, it's hard to talk about sukuna with her knowing what I know. "He said, 'I can't wait for the life we face each other...?'" I can hear her shuffling in her seat, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty.

I do my best to not look up from my phone as I force my fingers to keep writing. "Well, he did say he wanted to face me too; he likes powerful opponents." I keep a monotone voice tring to ignore the storming thoughts that approach the back of my head.

"I meant the 'this life' part, he looked..." She takes a deep breath, making me look back at her. Her fingers fiddle with each other on her lap; she is nervous. "I got a weird feeling about it."

You don't have to know.

There is no reason for you to know.

I start the car. "Well maybe he meant this body as in Itadori; he is really old, so it might be a change in the translation; you know time changes semantics."