𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝔼𝕪𝕖𝕤 (Gojo Satoru x Reader)

*Chapter 2: The Unspoken*

The mission was as straightforward as Satoru had promised. A low-level curse, nothing that either of you couldn't handle with ease. The two of you moved in sync, a testament to the years spent fighting side by side. It almost felt like a dance, the way you anticipated each other's moves, no words needed.

But even as you vanquished the curse with a flick of your wrist and a focused surge of cursed energy, your mind wasn't entirely on the task. Satoru's question from earlier echoed in your thoughts, playing on a loop: 'Do you think we'll still be doing this? You and me, fighting curses, hanging out... being best friends?'

What had prompted him to ask that? Satoru wasn't the type to get sentimental, at least not openly. He was always so sure of everything, so confident. The idea that he might be uncertain about something—especially about your friendship—was strange.

The mission site was an old, abandoned shrine, tucked away in the forest just outside Tokyo. With the curse gone, the oppressive atmosphere lifted, and the place almost seemed peaceful. You took a deep breath, savoring the fresh air now that the miasma of the curse had dissipated.

"Nice work, Y/N," Satoru said, breaking the silence. He was standing a few steps away, his usual playful smirk back in place. "I knew I could count on you."

You rolled your eyes, though a smile tugged at your lips. "You didn't do too bad yourself."

He walked over to where you stood, a little too close for comfort, pinning you to the wall. "Come on, admit it—you're glad we teamed up for this one."

You couldn't help but laugh, the tension from earlier slowly melting away. "Yeah, okay, I admit it. We make a good team."

Satoru's grin softened into something warmer, and for a moment, you found yourself caught in his gaze. His usual bravado seemed to slip away, leaving behind something more genuine, more vulnerable. It was a side of him that he rarely showed to anyone, and it made your heart skip a beat.

"Y/N," he began, his voice unusually soft, "there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about."

Your pulse quickened, your mind racing with possibilities. Was he going to bring up the question from earlier? Or was it something else entirely?

But before he could continue, the sound of footsteps crunching on the gravel path interrupted the moment. You both turned to see another student from Jujutsu High approaching, waving at you.

"Hey, Gojo, Y/L/N! I was sent to check on you two. Looks like you handled it, huh?" the student called out, oblivious to the tension that had been hanging in the air just moments before.

Satoru's expression shifted in an instant, the mask of confidence slipping back into place. "Of course we did," he replied smoothly, flashing a grin. "You didn't really think we'd need help, did you?"

The student laughed and shook their head. "No way. Anyway, you're supposed to report back to the school when you're done. Want to head back together?"

You nodded, trying to push aside the disappointment that Satoru's unspoken words had been cut off. "Yeah, let's go."

As the three of you made your way back to Jujutsu High, Satoru fell into step beside you, his usual chatter filling the air. But even as he joked and teased, you couldn't help but notice the occasional sideways glance he threw your way, as if he was trying to gauge your reaction to something.

It wasn't like him to hesitate, and it left you feeling off-balance. What had he been about to say? And why did it feel like there was a growing distance between the two of you, despite his constant presence by your side?

By the time you reached the school grounds, the sun had dipped below the horizon, the sky fading to a dusky purple. The day's events had left you exhausted, both physically and mentally, but there was no time to dwell on it. Not when you had Satoru practically glued to your side, his usual energetic self making it impossible to think too deeply about anything.

But as you parted ways for the evening, heading to your respective dorms, Satoru's hand brushed against yours—a fleeting touch, so brief that you almost thought you imagined it. You glanced up at him, but he was already looking away, a rare hint of uncertainty in his expression.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he said, his voice quieter than usual.

"Goodnight, Satoru," you replied, watching as he walked away, his figure disappearing into the shadows.

As you made your way to your room, your mind was spinning with unanswered questions. Satoru had always been your best friend, the one constant in your life that you could rely on. But now, something was shifting between you, something that neither of you seemed ready to acknowledge.

And as you lay in bed that night, staring up at the ceiling, you couldn't help but wonder what would happen when that unspoken something finally came to light.

(a/n- I hate myself)