𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝔼𝕪𝕖𝕤 (Gojo Satoru x Reader)

*Chapter 3: Cracks in the Facade*

The next few days passed in a blur, the usual routine of training, missions, and classes keeping you busy. But despite the normalcy, there was a tension simmering just beneath the surface—a tension that had everything to do with Satoru.

He was still by your side as always, cracking jokes, teasing you, and generally being his usual larger-than-life self. But you couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed between you. It was in the way he looked at you, the way his hand would linger a little too long on your shoulder, or how he seemed to find excuses to be closer to you than before.

It was driving you crazy, and you didn't know how to deal with it. Satoru had always been clingy, but this was different. There was an intensity to his actions now, something more deliberate. And yet, he hadn't said anything about it, leaving you to wonder if it was all in your head.

The unease between you reached a tipping point one afternoon during training. You and Satoru were sparring in the dojo, the other students scattered around, either watching or training on their own. You could feel the eyes on you—Satoru had a way of drawing attention without even trying—but you did your best to focus on the fight.

As usual, Satoru was holding back, his strikes were precise but never meant to land. It was frustrating, knowing that he wasn't taking you seriously, even though you'd proven yourself time and time again.

"Come on, Satoru," you huffed, dodging a lazy punch. "You're not even trying."

He grinned, ducking under your counterattack with ease. "What can I say? I don't want to hurt you."

You rolled your eyes, but there was a flicker of something in his gaze that made your breath catch. He wasn't just talking about the fight, and you knew it.

Determined to push him, you went on the offensive, launching a series of rapid strikes. For a moment, he seemed caught off guard, his usual cockiness slipping. But then he blocked your final punch with a swift movement, catching your wrist and pulling you close.

You stumbled, your body colliding with his, and suddenly you were chest to chest, his breath warm against your ear.

"Why are you so eager to fight me today?" He murmured, his tone teasing but laced with something deeper.

You froze, caught off guard by the proximity, By the way, his grip on your wrist was firm but gentle. The usual cockiness was gone, replaced by an electric tension that made it hard to breathe.

"I just want you to take me seriously," you managed to say, though your voice wavered.

Satoru's expression softened, his usual smirk fading into something more genuine. "I do take you seriously, Y/N. More than you know."

Before you could respond, he released you, stepping back as if the moment had never happened. But the way he looked at you—a mixture of frustration, confusion, and something else you couldn't quite name—stayed with you.

The rest of the training session was a blur, your mind was too tangled with thoughts of Satoru to focus properly. You went through the motions, sparring with the other students, but your heart wasn't in it. All you could think about was the way he'd held you and the way his words seemed to carry more weight than usual.

By the time the session ended, you were exhausted, both physically and mentally. You needed to get away to clear your head, but Satoru was waiting for you at the door, his usual easy smile back in place.

"Want to grab some food?" he asked as if nothing had happened.

You hesitated, torn between wanting to escape and the strange pull that seemed to draw you closer to him. "I don't know, Satoru. I'm kind of tired."

He frowned, the smile slipping just a bit. "Come on, Y/N. We always get food after training."

That was true. It was part of your routine, something you both looked forward to. But today, the idea of sitting across from him, pretending that everything was normal, felt overwhelming.

"Maybe another time," you said, trying to keep your tone light.

For a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of hurt in his eyes, but it was gone so quickly that you wondered if you imagined it.

"Sure," he said, his voice casual, but you could tell he was disappointed. "Next time, then."

You nodded, offering him a small smile before turning to leave. But as you walked away, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were running from something—something that was only going to grow the longer you avoided it.

As the sun started to set, casting long shadows across the school grounds, you found yourself wandering, your thoughts spinning. What was happening between you and Satoru? Why did everything suddenly feel so complicated?

You reached the edge of the campus, where the path led into a small grove of trees. The air was cool, and the quiet was a welcome relief from the noise in your head. You sat down on a bench, trying to sort through your feelings, but all you could think about was Satoru—his smile, his laugh, and the way he looked at you as if you were the only person in the world.

And then, as if summoned by your thoughts, you heard footsteps approaching. You looked up to see Satoru standing there, hands in his pockets, his usual swagger noticeably absent.

"Y/N," he said softly, and there was something in his voice that made your heart skip a beat.

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words caught in your throat. There was something different about him, something vulnerable, and it terrified you.

Without waiting for you to respond, Satoru walked over and sat down beside you. For a long moment, neither of you spoke, the silence heavy with unspoken words.

Finally, Satoru broke the silence, his voice quiet and serious. "I've been thinking... about us."

Your heart raced, your mind screaming at you to say something, but all you could do was sit there, frozen.

"I've always thought of you as my best friend," he continued, his gaze fixed on the ground. "But lately, I... I don't know. Things feel different."

His words hung in the air, and you felt a pang of fear and anticipation. This was it—the moment you'd been dreading and hoping for in equal measure.

"I don't know what this is," Satoru admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I can't stop thinking about you, Y/N. And it's not just as a friend anymore."

The confession hung in the air between you, a fragile thing that could shatter at any moment. You swallowed hard, your mind racing. What were you supposed to say? How were you supposed to respond?

But before you could find the words, Satoru turned to you, his eyes filled with uncertainty—a rare sight for someone as confident as him. "Do you... feel the same way?"

(a/n- plz listen to the song, I'm obsessed with it. its just sooooo good T_T. btw I suck at writing)