"What is it that you want?"
Because that was what this was about wasn't it? He wanted something. The main family never disdained to speak to the lower members without a need and Gojo Satoru was not about to be the exception.
"I'm going to recommend...
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✧༺♥༻∞ Weird did not even begin to describe the feeling that went through your chest and flipped in your stomach as you closed the door on your hotel room, bags in hand, and went downstairs to meet your new roommate in the lobby.
No.
New fiancé.
A fact Gojo was delighting in explaining to the hotel staff, animatedly conjuring from the depths of his mind some new bullshit on how you met. How he proposed. Some of the girls at the station were near puddles of envy. Others, happily told you how "lucky" you were as you handed off your keycard and checked out.
You had managed not to scowl the entire time, but just barely.
"You're gonna have to send me a spreadsheet of all these lies just so I can keep up." You muttered, swinging your bag into the open trunk of the car that had arrived to pick you both up. Oddly, the driver was not the same as the one from the other night. The man in question looked nervously in his rear view mirror, but also with an intense amount of curiosity.
"I already forgot um. Besides, not like we need one for the Gojo clan. They already know how we met."
Gojo didn't bother to get the door for you this time, sliding into the back seat without waiting for you to finish loading the car. You took your own spot, mirroring him in taking out your phone to check your latest messages. The driver would occasionally exchange looks with you in the mirror. You gave him a polite smile.
"Principal will wanna meet with you," Gojo said abruptly, "I had my guys put in your rec already. Just let him know you want me as your mentor and when he brings me the request I'll sign off." Gojo didn't even look up from his phone, "Old man will probably faint. I haven't agreed to babysit anyone in—"
He paused, but only for a second.
"—Awhile!"
"Too busy?" You asked.
"Too much of a pain in the ass. And after, you can unpack your stuff at my place. I have a room on campus too, probably will spend the majority of my time there when I'm not on mission."
"When we are not on mission." You added with a smirk. Gojo sighed.
"Yeah, yeah. You enjoy this while it lasts, I'm already planning our next 'date' and you can bet before I'm done with planning the third one the family will demand a visit." Gojo grinned, "When was the last time you've been?"
You groaned, the sound drawing a chuckle from Gojo. He knew damn well when the last time you were invited was.
"Do I get to plan any dates?"
He scoffed, "Why would you wanna?"
It was a fair point. You shrugged and turned to look out the window, admiring the view of trees and the greenery that surrounded Jujutsu Tech. Your days as a student were long over, but there was still so much protocol, so many hoops and tests and missions to jump through. If they had warned you being a sorcerer was like being a forever-student... maybe some of the others had it right. Ditching the school and the rules and wandering as independents. There was an allure to just throwing in the towel— but how would anything ever change if you just left?
You wondered if Gojo felt the same way, his personality not exactly meshing with the idea of a dutiful and obedient Jujutsu sorcerer. He was smiling lazily to himself as he typed on his phone and you found yourself content to just enjoy the silence.
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As an apology for the lack of updates, here are 2 new chapters of the story "play date" I'm gonna be honest, with how scary the situation is in Palestine I forgot about writing completely!
