Shame On Me || satoru gojo x f!reader

Extortion

April 9th, 2019. Tokyo. 12:38 PM. Four months later.

The smell of cherry blossoms brings a smile to your face as sunlight spills through the beautiful buds overhead. It's your favorite time of the year and while you and Miriko don't often share thoughts without intending to, you can feel the enjoyment and relaxation absolutely brimming from her soul. You don't have it in you to cut her off completely during moments like this, even for both of your safety. Especially when in truth, this is what she enjoys the most about a domestic life.

Your shoes scuff quietly over the paved surface below on the way to a small coffee shop. Nothing would hit the spot quite like tea on a day like this one.

A bell rings overhead as you push through the door of a small local shop. Smiling politely at the cashier, you order a London Fog. In a few short moments, you're sitting at a small table in the corner, browsing your phone while you quietly sip your tea. Every so often the small door bell rings but you pay it little mind, sitting in your own world.

Every now and then you find yourself reflecting on the strange life you've lived since Miriko awoke. It's too dangerous for you to live in the city, and too dangerous for you to hold a normal job. You had gotten lucky that a wedding flower business had worked out at all for you, and even luckier that Miriko had graciously offered her abilities to you to aid you with that.

Even luckier is Miriko herself. What would have happened had she been a malicious curse? Would you have been put down by Gojo Satoru like so many other curses? Would Miriko have killed you herself? Would she have forced you to search for the remaining cursed object to awaken her in full after all these years? You often wonder why she seems to have no interest in such a thing, but you aren't about to test your luck in asking. You trust her with your life, and yet sometimes you find yourself fearing her. You often refer to her as a miracle, but there are moments that remind you that she's a curse.

The bell above the door jingles once more but you don't lift your gaze, focused on reading a book on your phone. That is, until Miriko's mental warning of cursed energy catches your attention.

Raising your head, you lock eyes with an all-too-familiar white-haired man. At least, you assume you're staring at one another from behind his black blindfold. A lump forms in your throat as he makes his way towards you without hesitation.

"Well, if it isn't Miss Vessel," he greets you with a smug grin, pulling out the chair across from you and taking a seat without asking permission. He leans forward on the table, completely ignoring the frown you now dawn.

"I can't help but feel like nothing I say to you ever seems to matter," you grumble quietly, eyes narrowed behind your pink sunglasses. You cross your arms over your chest, setting your phone down on the table before you.

With a chuckle, the cocky man shrugs and leans back with arms crossed behind his head. "How've you been?"

Perplexed by the question, your features twist in confusion. Small talk? You don't know Gojo well but you know well enough that he isn't one to seek you out just to chat, unless- oh shit. Had he come looking specifically for you? You swallow the lump in your throat at the realization that there's no world where he casually happened to stroll into your favorite coffee shop on the other end of town from where you had last seen him.

"What do you want, Gojo?"

His eyebrow raises at your hostility, though he's quick to brush it off. "I want to know how you've been." He grins as he pushes the two front feet of his chair off of the ground.

"I was better five minutes ago," you retort venomously, your eyes narrowed behind the tint of your rose glasses.

"Ouch," he feigns hurt, "and here I thought I was reconnecting with an old friend."