𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳!
「After years of heartache, you thought you were done with Gojo Satoru-the man who shattered your trust. But now, fate forces you to work with him again. Gojo hasn't changed, and despite your defenses, he's rele...
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You woke up slowly, your body still warm and sensitive from the night before. The soft sheets beneath you felt familiar, and as you blinked your eyes open, you realized you were in Gojo's room.
The space was quiet, and the morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the bed. You sat up.
I keep waking up in this room more and more nowadays..
Sighing, you stretched out, your muscles still slightly sore, a reminder of how intense the night before was.
You realized you were in different clothing and your hair smelled like his shampoo.
Did he clean me up?
A soft smile crept onto your face as you pulled the blanket closer. The thought of him washing you up so tenderly, making sure you were comfortable even after your intimate night, made your heart swell. It was such a simple act, but still.
The gentle gestures, the way he looked out for you, always thinking about your well-being—it made you feel warm inside. Your smile widened as you hugged yourself.
Smelling the lingering scent of him on the sheets. It was comforting, in a way, to be surrounded by something that reminded you of him.
Even though he wasn't physically there, his presence still lingered in the air, making you feel connected to him.
For a moment, you considered getting up, but you felt content just lying there, letting the memories of the previous night wash over you.
The way he looked at you, touched you, and whispered in your ear—it was all still vivid in your mind. You couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement.
But then it hit you.
Why am I even happy about this? You thought bitterly, your smile fading.
What am I even doing...?
The doubts crept in, fast and unrelenting. *
I'm fooling myself...
The warmth in your chest turned into a heavy knot. Gojo, with all his charm and confidence—he was a force of nature, untouchable. And here you were, getting caught up in it, letting yourself believe even for a second that what you had could be more than it was.
You clenched your fists, angry at yourself for even thinking things could be different.
I'm just another part of his world, another thing in his chess play.
Gojo was... Gojo. He'd never be the kind of person who settled down, who let himself be vulnerable, not truly.
He'll get bored. He always does.
Your throat tightened as the negative thoughts took hold. This thing between them—it was bound to fall apart, wasn't it?
It's Gojo I'm talking about—he's a world apart, and I'm just... here. A fleeting distraction, something to pass the time.
