| Sorcerer's Embrace | ( Gojo x fem reader)

Chapter 3

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The weather outside was quite nice. Not too warm, but neither was it too cold. So I suggested going outside—then, just at Maki's gaze, I could see that she didn't want to be indoors. She must be a talented student on the field...

Oh yes, that she is. Outside, I watched her, analyzed her movements. She's so quick. I didn't even notice another figure approaching, not even other students joining mine. "Maki is—" someone began to say.

My head spun to the side, I took a quick jump back, and a loud but short scream slipped my lips. Gods—why must this man scare me every time we meet? Okay, it's only our second encounter. "I apologize, Gojo—I was in my own world again," I stumbled over my apology. "What I would give to look into that sweet mind once," he smirked. He took a short break, scanning my students with his gaze. Then he added, "Maki can't see curses. But the Zennin clan sent her here..." He gestured for me to follow his gaze, stepping a bit closer to me and pointing with his chin at Panda. "Yaga only claimed that Panda is a special puppet and like his son. He's strong. Having that said by me, I see immense strength. Huge potential. Just like in my students."

He helps me...? How sweet of him. I flashed him a thankful smile. "I'm thankful for your help, Gojo, really." I should thank him more often now. He deserves it. Everybody deserves it. It's as if I have fed his ego with my words. His grin only grew. "You are just so interesting, Y/N. Something I have not seen quite often," he stated. I nodded, thankful. You should thank others after a compliment like this, right?

We spent almost an hour in that position, standing next to each other in silence, only watching our students. From me came occasional applause for how great the students trained here. Maki even trained Gojo's students. How generous of her, offering her own training time for the first years. But I left them after a while to seek the toilets. I hadn't seen them on my whole walk and now... you could say I got lost.

In the meantime, I'd lost my sense of direction. I'd taken so many turns, up and down stairs, that I was now standing in front of a closed door. The light was on. Maybe I could ask the person inside if they knew where the toilet was? With slow movements, I opened the door and stepped in.

I saw a pink-haired boy sitting on a couch, watching movies with... a puppet? The puppet just punched him!!! I immediately wanted to ask if he was okay before being pulled out and slammed against the wall beside the door.

Standing in front of me was Gojo Satoru... without a blindfold. God—the sight left me speechless. His eyes are the most beautiful I've ever seen. "What are you doing here?" His voice was tense, his grip strong around my shoulders. But as soon as he caught my gaze, his grip loosened. One of his hands fell while the other wrapped a loose strand of hair around his finger.

"I just got lost—" I stuttered. I added quickly as I caught myself again, "Was that one of your students...?" My eyes were on him the whole time, while his let go of mine and looked at his hand. The hand that played with my hair. I only had eyes for his features. He looked so... majestic. Sharp features. Light skin. Such bright, shining eyes, as if they could see through everything. He wore his familiar grin on his lips again. His eyelashes were just as long. One could become envious...

"What if I invite you to a meal...?" he whispered and leaned closer. "Try to keep you quiet...?" He added. Keep me quiet...? For what? A student watching films? I didn't understand, did he think so little of me? "Keep me quiet for what...? I don't understand... why would you do that?" I stuttered. My mind was racing. So many thoughts consuming me. "You'll understand once you let me take you out..." he leaned even closer. His lips brushed my ear, the touch sending a shiver down my spine. "Gojo... no, I don't want you to keep me quiet... Wouldn't it be better to talk somewhere more private? Like... my apartment?" Alone, his closeness drives me crazy.

"Your apartment, you say...? Fine, I'll find you after school, sweetheart." He distanced himself quickly again, giving me one last look. "The toilet is upstairs to the right, Y/N. Don't come down here again," he said over his shoulder, his gaze flying over my body. It caught me off guard. Of course, he knows. How else?

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This is my third chapter. I hope you liked it!