When in Doubt, Buy Him a Brand New Lamborghini

Acceptance

From that day on, he's begged Shoko to take him every week to Sukuna's hosts. And so she did. Every blazing light and every road was a whole new experience. A party he wished would never end. The cacophony of it all and the people and the crowds and the cars were all euphoric to him no matter how long he stared at the show unfolding before his eyes. All while he'd duck under the covers of the crowd to hide whenever he spotted Suguru.

And he'd steal glances at Sukuna every time he came. There was always a crowd surrounding him like a swarm of bees, and Gojo wondered how he'd never heard of him, considering his popularity. But that most likely meant Sukuna didn't know Gojo very well either, which was good. It would be a fresh start, and all Sukuna would have to judge off of was his face, something he's more than confident in.

It would work out perfectly.

He'd approach Sukuna the moment he'd get the chance. And today was the day he'd do it. It had been three weeks since he first laid eyes on the tattooed man and strung out his plan in the confinement of his dorm. A Harvard-degree math professor would be impressed at the rate in which the cogs in Satoru's brain turned to formulate his grand plan. After stalking around the takeovers while simultaneously enjoying himself as well, it would finally be time to make his move.

He lazily glanced at the calendar hung up in the corner of his room as he laid on his bed, his eyes resting on the red circle on today's date.

Grabbing his phone, he turned over to bury his chin in his soft pillow as he opened it with a swipe of his thumb. The screen illuminated his face in a soft glow as he scrolled down to read the messages in his group chat with Nanami and Shoko.

[I'll pick you guys up at 8:00 PM today, so get ready!]

He smiled, replying with a confetti emoji to Shoko's text. Closing the app, Gojo stole a glance at the clock on his screen. It read 7:00 in big bold white.

Okay, he had a game plan... until he didn't. After mulling over it in his bed, he had come to a brilliant conclusion. He'd bring the flashiest car possible to the hangout to catch Sukuna's attention. That sounded good... until he realized he didn't know shit when it came to drifting. Which also meant that he couldn't exactly live up to his fantasies of showing off in front of Suguru out of pure spite.

A frown crosses his face.

Okay, that was a setback. But nothing Gojo couldn't handle. All he would have to do then, is become Sukuna's pretty little passenger princess and flaunt himself off in front of Suguru's face while Sukuna did all the fancy drifting with his equally fancy car.

Now... how to go about doing that?

He couldn't afford to screw anything up. He had spent all day grinding his teeth as he settled down his racing heart whenever he even had the slightest thought regarding Sukuna. Which was simply unacceptable because nobody flustered Gojo, ever. He does the flirting, and the other party gets all riled up and hot, not him! The only time he had ever felt his temperature physically rising was with Suguru-

He grimaces, audibly groaning in internal pain as he flops back down onto the bed. Seriously, if he didn't get over this stupid sob story anytime soon he would probably suffer from a stroke during his sleep. Did he mention how the pretty raven haired boy always managed to crawl his way into his dreams, arms gently holding and caressing him in a way that made him slowly melt into a teary mess as he softly whispered into his ear?

But not anymore. Sukuna was going to be the cure to this sick play constantly weighing down on his heart. It was clear the moment he took one look at the man.

He still remembered Sukuna's face clearly. The dark auburn of his eyes that he could easily make out even through the smoke and flashing lights around them. The sharp outline of his nose. The way the corner of his mouth curled up to form a dimple as he flashed a grin towards the crowd. The way he held himself, the kind of posture that only a man oozing confidence and ego would flaunt around without a care in the world. Leaning back with his hands halfway in his pockets, chin angled upwards so that he'd stare down at everyone around him.