Shame On Me || satoru gojo x f!reader

Hard Fought

You wake with a jolt to a loud knock on your door, lifting a hand to rub sleep from your eyes.

Is it really early? Why are you so groggy?

You spare a glance at your phone, letting out a deep sigh as you realize it's nine in the morning. You usually would have been awake by now but yesterday had been long, so you forgive yourself for sleeping in. Pushing yourself out of bed, you throw on an oversized t-shirt and a pair of sweats, grabbing your tinted sunglasses from the table to answer your door. Even behind your sunglasses, you squint as the sun greets you when you open your door.

You grimace at the sight of none other than Gojo, adorned in his usual black jacket and that frustrating grin.

"Well, don't you look ready for your first lesson? Wait-!" Gojo reaches out to stop you from slamming the door in his face, narrowly missing his window to do so as you close and lock the door.

Gojo can wait. After all, he hadn't given you a meeting time, nor any opportunity to prepare for teaching. Allowing yourself time to quickly shower and throw on a cute black dress and light makeup, you finally open the door again with coffee in-hand. Gojo sits on your front step, his chin resting on the heel of his palm, propped up on his knee.

"That was rude," he mumbles.

You shoot him a sharp glare. "Don't talk to me about being rude," you retort, waving your hand in the air as a signal for him to lead the way.

Without hesitation, he hops to his feet as his familiar devil-may-care attitude returns. Somehow, the sorcerer never seemed phased by your words, frustrating you to no end.

"Listen, Gojo," your tone is serious as you catch up with him. He tilts his head towards you to indicate that you have his attention. "To be honest, I don't love the idea of working with you," your statement earns a hum from Gojo, "but I'm willing to have a professional relationship with you for the sake of the school." His smirk falters for only a moment. "If you can respect that, then please fill me in."

Taking on a more serious tone, Gojo's adam's apple bobs as he swallows. He continues his stride towards his own cabin at the edge of the tree as he begins, "Yuji Itadori, first year. He learns fast. No technique but he's skilled in hand-to-hand combat." Gojo shoves his hands in his pockets as he continues. "He's got potential, but after the Shibuya incident, the higher-ups are pushing for his execution more by the day."

You swallow uncomfortably at the thought. He's just a kid, how could anyone push for his execution?

Chewing on your lip, you cast the man a sidelong glance. "What exactly happened in Shibuya?"

"He ate enough fingers that Sukuna was able to take control. He wiped out more people than the other special grade attackers did on that night." You nod slowly, recalling seeing the news the following morning. "He's still coming to terms with that. Blames himself," he grimaces. "I think he could benefit from lessons from someone like you."

Though you can't see his eyes behind his blindfold, you feel his gaze on you. Gojo makes his way past his cabin, maneuvering through the trees.

"Someone like me, huh?" You sigh quietly. You can only pray that you can be the help Itadori needs, but you won't know until you try. "Anything else I should know?"

"Sukuna can see and hear everything, as far as I can tell," he shrugs, running a hand through his white hair. "He's got his own agenda, but you can probably try talking to him. He answers once in a while."

You nod. That isn't unusual, as far as you know. Miriko can hear and see everything unless you choose to suppress her, though you figure Itadori doesn't have experience in doing so. Miriko had taught you that skill as a defense mechanism to keep sorcerers and curse-users away. People like Gojo. You could likely teach the skill to Itadori in due time.