Make You Mine || Satoru Gojo Fanfiction

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As you entered the couple's suite, you were immediately enveloped in a world of luxury. The room was enormous, with polished walls that exuded opulence, and everything smelled crisp and expensive. The decor was modern and elegant, with soft lighting that added a warm glow to the rich surroundings.

As you wandered into the bedroom, your eyes widened in surprise. There was only one bed. A large, king-sized bed that could easily accommodate two people—an obvious feature in a couple's suite, but still, it caught you off guard.

"You want to take a shower first, or should I?" Gojo's voice pulled you out of your thoughts. He was already settling his clothes in one of the wardrobes—thankfully, they had two separate wardrobes, but only one bathroom.

"You go ahead," you replied politely, trying to mask your nerves. He nodded and headed into the bathroom.

You wandered over to the living room area and pulled back the curtains, revealing a breathtaking view of the beach. The sun was beginning its descent, casting a golden hue over the vibrant ocean. The scene was like something out of a postcard, and you couldn't help but feel a wave of gratitude for your job that had brought you to such a place.

An hour later, Gojo emerged from the bathroom, dressed in a loose t-shirt and casual pajamas. It was the first time you'd seen him dressed so casually, and the sight made your heart skip a beat. His hair was slightly tousled, and the relaxed attire only made him look more effortlessly attractive.

"Your turn," he said, his voice breaking through your thoughts. You quickly nodded and almost ran to the bathroom, your cheeks flushing.

--

As you stepped inside, you were greeted by the lingering mist from the shower and the intoxicating scent of the soap Gojo had used. The fragrance was strong and alluring, stirring something inside you. It was almost as if he was still there, and the thought sent a shiver down your spine.

Taking a shower felt strangely intimate, as if you were sharing a moment with him. You hated how your mind was spinning with these thoughts, but you couldn't stop it.

--

When you finished and stepped back into the living room, Gojo was waiting for you.

"I was waiting for you," he said as you walked toward the couch, taking a seat opposite him.

"Why?" you asked, curious.

"I'm going to order breakfast. What do you want?" he asked, looking at you expectantly.

"I'll have whatever you're having," you said, still feeling slightly overwhelmed by his presence.

"Come on, you gave me the same answer last night at dinner. I want to hear something different," he teased, making your heart race. You had been craving a cheese pizza, so you decided to go with that.

"A pizza?" you said tentatively, wondering if it was the right choice.

"Sure," he said, picking up the phone beside him. "Two pizzas, please," he ordered, then hung up.

"So, what do you think of the view?" he asked, gesturing toward the lively beach outside.

"It's stunning," you said, glancing out at the scene again, feeling the same rush of excitement.

"Glad you like it," he replied with a slight smile, but then an awkward silence settled between you again.

In an attempt to break the silence, you asked, "So, what do you like to do in your free time?"

"Never really thought about it," he replied, his answer vague but typical of him.

"What about you?" he asked, turning the question back on you.

"I like [your hobby]," you said, and he nodded, showing mild interest.

"Interesting," he remarked just as the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of your breakfast.

"I'll get it," you said, getting up to open the door and retrieve the pizzas. You placed them on the table, and the two of you began eating in silence.

--

As the afternoon wore on, the lure of the beach became irresistible. The sun, the sand, the ocean—they all called out to you, promising a perfect escape. Meanwhile, Gojo had decided to spend the afternoon napping in the room, uninterested in exploring. It made sense for him; he could visit places like this anytime, but for you, it was a rare opportunity.

Finally, you gave in to the temptation and decided to head down to the beach. Before leaving, you scribbled a quick note and left it on the table: "On the beach, will be back soon."

--

The beach was even more beautiful up close, lively with people but still serene. The warm sun on your skin and the gentle waves lapping at your feet made you feel alive. Wearing your bikini, you ran toward the water, the cool ocean a welcome contrast to the heat. You splashed around, enjoying the simple pleasure of being in the water, though part of you wished Gojo was there to share it with you.

Time slipped away as you played in the water, losing yourself in the moment. It wasn't until the sun began to set that you realized how long you'd been out. Quickly, you gathered your things and headed back to the hotel, a sense of dread creeping in. You weren't sure how Gojo would react to you going out alone, but you hoped he wouldn't be too upset.