𝑚 𝑒 𝑡 𝑎 𝑛 𝑜 𝑖 𝑎 // JJK x reader

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓𝟐

"Why did y–"

A yawn interrupted you mid-sentence as you stepped out of the car – finally arriving at the Kyoto school.

"Why did you let me fall asleep like that?" you finally asked him after a few attempts, your eyes puffy and your hair messy.

"Last time you told me that you could have killed me in my sleep, you didn't. So, I let it slide for you.~" he cooed, stretching his arms as he walked to the entrance of the building.

You thew him a glare that could have actually killed if that was possible – to which he just smirked and nudged your shoulder playfully.

"Satoru...," you began, sighing deeply, "That one night, what was that even about?!"

"What do you mean?" Gojo looked at you, his face unreadable and his tone genuinely curious. With every step towards the new building, crossing the bridge that connected the two sides of the river faintly illuminated by the moon that rose in the meantime, you got angrier.

Did he forget about it? It was quite some time ago, and maybe he just didn't want to give it too much space since it was only a one-time thing. If it was important for him, he would've talked about it before – so maybe it was better to let it rest and just move on. Even if you were still curious to know what his intentions were.

His steps sped up as he spotted a figure in the entrance of the inner courtyard, his grin widening with every move of his.

"Utahime!~" he cheered, his hand waving frantically. You couldn't see that well in the darkness, but noticing the long skirt, her tied hair and her slim frame – you were glad that you had another woman keeping you company there.

"Satoru."

Her voice was so cold towards him. Apparently, her and Nanami had the same feelings for him – complete displeasure at his antics.

He skipped towards her, reaching her with an exorbitant smile on his face and his hand slapping her back repeatedly, "UTAHIME!! Did you miss me?~"

Walking to the spot that Gojo and that woman, Utahime, were at, you dragged your feet across the gravel on the ground. There were no other people around – or so you thought.

"Satoru, get off me! I didn't! That's why I'm here and not in Tokyo, dumbass!" she grumbled, her expression faltering into anger with every passing second. "Aaah ~ you wouldn't be able to handle my beauty every day anyway!" Gojo smirked, getting closer to her face while she crossed her arms on her chest – her eye twitching in frustration.

You haven't seen anyone that fazed by Gojo in quite a while, let alone a woman. There weren't many at the Tokyo Jujutsu High, only Shoko and you that were the same age as Gojo. Their bickering left you feeling a bit...

...angry?

Furrowing your brows, you thought about why the slightest hint of frenzy just went through you. You were never anyone to take anything too serious – so why did you feel that way. And the even better question was; Why did Gojo make you feel that way when talking to another woman?

Was it not anger... but jealousy?

"Satoru Gojo...," a grumpy and rough voice pulled you out of your thoughts and your head turned to see a hunched over old man approaching you and Gojo from the back.

Gojo finally let go of Utahime and you released a breath that you didn't know you were even holding back. The old man's steps were small and slow, Gojo's in comparison were almost too fast as he went to greet him too.

Seemingly forgetting about you completely, he just went his way and left you standing there in front of Utahime, who was still pissed at him – telling from the exaggerated breaths and her tightly sealed lips. You didn't want to come across as rude, stepping up to her and giving her a friendly smile after a long sigh left you.