Challenge | Gojo Satoru

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"-do we do? He was supposed to be at class an hour ago."

"He's always late. You get used to it."

You fluttered your eyes open, struggling to sit up. There was a heavy weight across your waist. You sighed and let yourself fall back into slumber.

"Holy shit! That's Gojo-sensei and-"

"Shut up before you wake them!"

You lifted your head and glared at Itadori and Fushiguro. "What are- Oh."

You were on the floor, with Gojo's arms wrapped around you and his legs entangled with yours. Your eyes widened and you shot the two boys a fierce look.

"This isn't what it looks like!" You hissed as you attempted to crawl away from him. His grip tightened and he pulled you back against his chest. "Help me!"

Itadori and Fushiguro exchanged a wary glance before they grabbed your hands and pulled you away. Gojo shifted before slowly blinking and looking up at you. 

"Where're ya going?" He pouted and stretched, getting to his feet. His hair was messier than usual and he scowled at his students.

"Um, literally anywhere else," you answered. You started walking away, but then he started just whining. Not even saying anything. He was just whining and complaining in general.

"We're gonna go," Itadori awkwardly said before he and Fushiguro shuffled away.

You stared at Gojo. "The fuck do you want now?"

"You're just gonna leave?" Gojo threw his head back. "Wow, honey. I can't believe you'd use me like that."

"I- We didn't even do anything!" You felt your face warm. You balled your hands up into fists and turned on your heel away from him.

"Ugh. You're the worst." Gojo rolled out his shoulders and dumped the blanket on the couch. "I didn't mean for that to happen, by the way. You must've slid off the couch and I must've fallen asleep on the floor."

"Good- Uh, I didn't think that... Y'know." You ducked your head away from his view, shifting between feet nervously. "Whatever. I'll just go shower before the day starts."

Gojo was in front of you before you could blink, head cocked. You realized suddenly that he wasn't covering his eyes. 

His eyes were gorgeous. They were terrifyingly intense, but they were still beautiful. The blue was such a unique colour, and his white lashes framed them perfectly.

"How are you feeling?" Gojo murmured as he reached out. His hand was moving closer and closer to your face-

It went past you, and his fingers brushed your back. 

You twitched, jolting forwards. The movement pressed you against his chest, and the hand in your back applied pressure, keeping you in place.

"W- What are you doing?" You were ashamed of how your voice came out too quietly.

"Checking where you got shot," he lazily responded. "Actually, why don't you take your shirt off? I can look at it that way."

You shoved yourself away from him, fuming with anger. "No! You absolute-"

"You nearly bled out yesterday. This time it's just concern," Gojo pleaded. "Wear a bra for all I care. Shit, wear a tank top! You have to let me check that it healed!"

You considered it before shaking your head. "I'm fine. There's a mirror in the bathroom. Nice try, though."

Gojo hummed to himself before pushing past you. You thought you saw a flicker of disgust on his face before he was gone.