𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 | Fem reader x Gojo Satoru

Bittersweet

As the car finally comes to a stop outside of my house, I sling my bag over my shoulder and go to open the door to my right. I almost jump out of my skin when Satoru reaches across me, stopping my hand by grabbing my wrist before I can reach the handle. I quickly look over at him with a confused expression, and in response he points towards the window. I follow where he is pointing with my eyes, to see that the rain is still extremely heavy.

"Wait for me to come round with an umbrella." He says before releasing my wrist from his grip and exiting the car from the other door. I let out a sigh at his antics, and before I know it, the door next to me is being opened and I'm presented with Satoru holding an umbrella. Towering over me, he offers his hand as I swing my legs out and stand up, turning back to grab my bag from the seat as I do so.

"Thanks." I say as he helps to pull me up, our hands awkwardly lingering on one another before he lets it go to shut the door behind me. We walk together to the entrance of my house, and I feel his hand ghost slightly over the small of my back for just a split second. As we ascend the steps to my porch together, Satoru puts down the umbrella as we get under cover.

I look down at the box which is in my hands containing the slice of cake, avoiding eye contact with him in front of me. I don't really know what to say... him saying he would be my plus one to the wedding really confused me, and on top of that, his arrogance pissed me off.

"Think about what I said." Satoru says and I look up to meet his gaze. He nods his head at me, confirming his sentiment.

"It's unfeasible." I reply simply before dragging my keys out of my pocket and turning to my front door.

"You have any other options?" Satoru says and I can practically hear the smug grin in his tone. A quick glance up to his face confirms my suspicions.

"Yes. Going alone." I say, finally unlocking my door and stepping into the hallway. "Thank you for the cake, and the ride." I tell him monotonously.

"Think about it." Satoru suggests again before putting the umbrella back up and turning his back on me. I watch as he descends my porch steps and reaches the black Maybach which awaits him. After giving a quick wave to the chauffeur, I think his name was James, I step back inside my house, shutting the door behind me as I do so.

I kick off my shoes, get changed into something more comfortable, and return to my kitchen to look for something to eat. My gaze lands on the cake which remains on my kitchen island as I walk over to it with a sigh. Once I open it, I see the icing is still pristine despite its travels. I would have found it more funny if it was all smudged.

Grabbing a fork, I hoist myself up onto one of my counter stools before taking a bite of the cake. Now it just reads 'Sorr' rather than 'Sorry'.

It's hard to stay mad at Satoru. His brazenly confident and unapologetic attitude is annoying, but you just have to accept it as part of his personality.

However, the way he thinks he can simply insert himself into my life with no consequences is borderline offensive. There are so many reasons he should not be my plus one to the wedding, yet I can't tell him any of them. Firstly, he's a celebrity. The last thing I would want to do is draw attention to myself whilst I'm there, and bringing Satoru would do just that. I can't tell him this though because he thinks I'm still unaware of the fact.

Not only this, but after I saw that newspaper article about Satoru and that woman earlier today, there seems to be dating rumours between Satoru and this pink haired lady that I'm not familiar with. I take another bite of the cake, it now spelling 'Sor'. Grabbing my phone from across the table, I search for the online versions of the article which I caught a glimpse of today. It doesn't take me long to find it as it's pretty recent, from only two days ago at that.