s. gojo x oc
Calantha Nurre, undefeated competetive ballerina, is on a winning streak. She's the best and everyone knows it. She refuses to be anything short of that. Until she's forced to...
Satoru Gojo, Jujutsu Sorcerer and teacher at Jujutsu Tech...
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• • • I can't seem to turn the page This haze around my face Makes me feel all alone • • •
I'm warm. Weightless. I can't feel my gravitational energy.
Am I floating? Maybe.
Floating has never felt so good.
My eyes slowly crack open as I'm stirred from my slumber. My body is being moved ever so slightly, almost in a rocking motion. I first catch sight of my knees, which are bent and pressed together. And that's when I notice the arm that's hooked underneath them, which of course brings my awareness to the second arm that's looped around my waist.
Someone is carrying me.
My head snaps upward, only to be met with a pair of blindfolded eyes and head of snowy white hair.
Gojo.
He looks down at me with a sickening smirk, like he's proud of himself. Because the fact that he's carrying me right now—the fact that I was in a deep enough sleep to not wake up the second he picked me up—is as good as me handing him a gold medal for his teaching skills.
"Why, hello there," he purrs, his voice smooth and buttery.
I squirm against his grasp, pushing the bottoms of my knees against his arm in an effort to break free. Gojo merely chuckles at my efforts and tightens his hold on me, easily restraining me against him.
"Awe, what's the matter? Worried I can't carry all 90 pounds of you?"
90 pounds? If only...
I try to get a glimpse at my surroundings. We're inside now, heading down an empty corridor with shiny wooden floors and shoji doors lining the wall to our left. This must be Jujutsu Tech. It's oddly quiet, especially for a college. The only sound that can be heard are Gojo's footsteps, which radiate confidence all on their own.
"You should've seen yourself in the car," Gojo murmurs, his voice low and teasing. "I knew I was right all along, of course, but damn it felt so good to see you like that."
Heat rushes to my cheeks at his words. Something about the way he speaks makes my breath catch in my throat and my heart skip a beat. There's something so...scandalous about the way the words roll off his tongue. I'm so consumed by it that I let my body go still in his arms, causing him to let out a sly chuckle.
And then, it's like something in him totally flipped. The thick film of bizarre tension that had established itself between us is brushed away in a fraction of a second.
"Actually, you can see!" He chirps. "You want to? I have it right here!"
He adjusts his grip on me so that he can fish his phone out of his pocket, holding me up singlehandedly with seemingly no effort.
