Imagine Book 2

After Hours- Gojo (Jujutsu Kaisen)

As requested by Wnsnsnnana288228! Fem Y/N

𝔖𝔪𝔲𝔱 𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤

The halls of the Tokyo Metropolitan Magic Technical College were eerily quiet after hours. Most students had left, seeking the comfort of their dorms or the lively city nightlife. But Y/N stayed behind, as she often did, her determination to excel driving her to seek extra training and guidance.

Y/N was known among her peers as an overachiever. Her relentless pursuit of perfection in jujutsu techniques and theory made her a standout student. Tonight, however, her goal was not just to master a new technique or refine her skills. She had a different purpose: Gojo Satoru.

As she walked down the deserted hallway towards Gojo's office, Y/N's thoughts raced. Gojo Satoru was not just her teacher; he was the epitome of strength and charisma. His carefree attitude masked a depth of power and intellect that Y/N found irresistibly alluring. She had felt a mutual attraction simmering beneath the surface of their interactions for some time now.

Reaching his door, she took a deep breath and knocked.

"Come in," came the familiar, nonchalant voice.

Y/N pushed the door open to find Gojo lounging in his chair, feet propped up on his desk, blindfold resting over his eyes. Despite his relaxed demeanour, she could sense the latent energy that always surrounded him.

"Sensei," she began, closing the door behind her. "I wanted to ask for your help with something."

Gojo tilted his head, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Ah, Y/N. The ever-dedicated student. What can I do for you tonight?"

Y/N stepped closer, her heart pounding. She had rehearsed this moment in her mind countless times, but now that she was here, words seemed to fail her. "I... I want to become stronger. I want to surpass my limits."

Gojo's smile widened, and he removed his blindfold, revealing those captivating blue eyes that seemed to pierce through her very soul. "And you think I can help you with that?"

"Yes," she replied, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her chest. "I'm willing to do anything to get ahead."

Gojo stood up and walked around his desk, his presence overwhelming in the small office. He stopped in front of her, close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from his body. "Anything, huh?"

Y/N nodded, unable to break eye contact. The air between them was charged with an unspoken tension, a magnetic pull that drew them closer.

"Let's see," Gojo said softly, lifting a hand to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. "Show me what you've got."

Y/N's breath hitched at his touch, but she quickly composed herself. She summoned her cursed energy, letting it flow through her body, ready for whatever challenge he might throw at her.

Gojo stepped back, his eyes gleaming with interest. "Impressive. But strength alone isn't enough. You need control, precision... passion."

With a flick of his wrist, Gojo created a barrier around them, isolating their space from the rest of the world. "Show me your passion, Y/N."

She took a step forward, her resolve firm. "I want to be the best, Gojo-sensei. I want to stand by your side as an equal."

His expression softened, and he reached out to cup her cheek. "You're already extraordinary, Y/N. But you need to embrace every part of yourself, even the parts you're afraid of."

His words struck a chord deep within her. She had always strived to be perfect, to hide any vulnerability. But here, with Gojo, she felt a sense of freedom she had never known before.