Make You Mine || Satoru Gojo Fanfiction

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"I'll drop you home," Gojo said, sliding into the driver's seat as you settled beside him.

The drive was enveloped in a thick silence, an uncomfortable stillness that seemed to stretch endlessly. You struggled with a whirlpool of emotions, each thought colliding with the next, making it difficult to find the right words. A few times, you opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

When you finally reached your place, you turned to him and managed a shaky, "Thank you for the ride."

"It's alright," he replied, his voice soft yet distant. He didn't drive off immediately, as if he was wrestling with something he wanted to say but couldn't quite bring himself to voice. You wished for him to break the silence, but he remained quiet.

"Good night," he said eventually, and with that, he drove away. You watched his car disappear, feeling a pang of regret for the unspoken words that lingered in the air.

--

Back in your room, sleep eluded you. The night was a tumultuous sea of memories: the way his presence made your heart race, his protective stance when Geto came near you, the intensity of his gaze when he said, "She's mine." The almost-kiss, the moment he pulled away, his inability to say anything... it all replayed in your mind, leaving you restless. Despite understanding his choice, a part of you regretted not sealing that moment with a kiss.

Eventually, exhaustion overcame your turmoil, and you drifted into a restless sleep.

--

The next morning, you headed to work with a cloud of unresolved feelings. As you arrived, Gojo was noticeably absent. You took a seat at your desk, trying to focus on the tasks at hand, but the anticipation of seeing him made the minutes drag.

A file needed to be delivered to him, so you decided to leave it on his desk. You opened his cabin door, placed the file carefully, and as you turned to leave, you saw him walking in.

"Good morning, Mr. Gojo," you greeted, a hint of joy coloring your voice at the sight of him.

"Good morning," he replied, his gaze faltering. For the first time, there was an uncertainty in his eyes.

"I brought these files for you," you explained, trying to ease any potential misunderstandings.

"What's my schedule?" he asked, taking his seat.

"You have a meeting with Mr. Geto's team at 5," you said. He nodded, acknowledging the information.

"That's it," you added, but as you turned to leave, he called out your name.

"[Your Name]!" he said, halting you. You turned around, hoping for something more, but after a moment of silence, he simply said, "Nothing." Disappointment washed over you as you walked away.

--

By noon, Gojo had yet to arrive. Despite promising to be on time, he was late. To streamline things, you took his materials to the conference room and sent him a text.

YOU: Make it fast.

Satoru: Be there in 10.

You settled into the conference room, waiting, when Suguru Geto approached you.

"Good morning, Ms. [Your Name]," he said, his presence reminding you of last night's forced-dancing.

"Good morning," you replied softly.

"I'm sorry about last night," Geto said, his tone apologetic. "I was too drunk."

You gave a polite smile, though internally, his apology did little to ease your discomfort. As an employee, you felt you had little room to be upset, but the awkwardness lingered.

"No problem, Mr. Geto," you said, trying to maintain your composure.

Just then, Gojo arrived, his entrance bringing a brief flicker of happiness to your face before you masked it with a professional demeanor.

He seemed to notice the interaction between you and Geto but chose not to comment, his behavior notably different from usual. Disappointment threatened to creep in again, but you pushed it aside as the conference began.