Shame On Me || satoru gojo x f!reader

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The feeling of the breeze threading through the open door is refreshing given the tense air in the cabin. The smell of spring blossoms puts a smile on your tired features from yet another long night.

At some point in the night, you had heard Gojo come down the stairs, his steps approaching your door but after some sort of turmoil, he seemed to decide against knocking. You had wondered if he thought you were asleep, but since you'd woken up he'd been avoiding you. He had left breakfast on the table for you early in the morning at some point, retreating back to his bedroom before you had the chance to talk.

Every time he shuffled or moved in his bedroom, you'd freeze, a sudden uncomfortable air to being in the cabin with him. You'd asked him for space last night and he was certainly giving you that, but it didn't make you feel any better about the previous day's interactions with him.

As you sit at the table eating your breakfast, a knock at the door makes you jump. Pressing your palms flat against the table, you push yourself to your feet, but before you can make your way to the door, Gojo hops down the stairs. His hand ghosts over your shoulder and sends a shiver down your spine.

"I got it," he tells you, his first words to you since your argument last night.

You sit back down, wanting nothing more than to talk to Gojo about the events of last night, but the presence of Yuta at the door prevents you from doing so.

"Morning, Sensei!" The boy grins cheerily, gripping the bag slung over his shoulder. He peeks into the cabin, shooting you a kind but wary smile. "Good, you're both here. Can I come in?"

Gojo shoots you a glance, a silent question. When you nod, Gojo makes space for Yuta to enter.

"Hey y/n, how're you feeling?" He asks, sliding his katana bag off his shoulder and leaning on the table beside you as he sits down.

"Been better," you admit but shoot him a reassuring smile.

"Yeah I'm sorry about stabbing you, by the way," he chuckles as he runs a hand through his hair.

Gojo had mentioned that Yuta was the one who stopped your draconic rampage a few weeks back, but it didn't make it any less of a strange apology to hear.

You shake your head in embarrassment. "I'm just glad no one got hurt."

Yuta and Gojo excitedly exchange a few words as Gojo flips the chair opposite you, straddling it as he casually rests both arms over the back of it.

"So listen, the higher-ups called for me," Yuta frowns, glancing between you both.

Avoiding Gojo's stare, your brow furrows in confusion. "Why call for a student?"

"Oh!" Yuta chuckles, scratching the back of his head. "I'm a special grade sorcerer, so I'm a bit different from a normal student," he exhales shyly. He watches as you nod, taking in a breath as his expression grows more serious. "Gojo, you know what that means, right?"

He hums, his blindfolded eyes very clearly locked on you in thought although you couldn't see them. You'd grown more confident in your ability to read his expressions even when hidden, and the apprehension currently clouding his features was obvious.

"I see," he hums, resting his chin on his arms.

"Do they know I'm awake yet?" You ask, fiddling with your fingers.

"No, Shoko's keeping it under wraps." Gojo's foot begins bouncing as he's deep in thought.

"So, can we keep stalling?" Yuta asks hopefully, pulling his knee up on the chair.

Gojo clicks his tongue. "If Yuta doesn't kill you," he points his finger in your direction, "they'll send someone else."

"Tsukumo?" Yuta cocks his head to the side.