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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Gojo's hands are stuffed into his pockets as we roam the school grounds together. He keeps his eyes glued to the path ahead and maintains a comfortable distance between us, almost as if he hadn't literally been massaging me earlier. Maybe he knows he crossed a boundary. After all, his behavior toward me since we've met has been wildly inappropriate.
In reality, I don't think that's the reason he's doing this at all. He's toying with me. It's this little game he's been playing with me, being overly-flirty and affectionate and then flipping back to his loose definition of professionalism at the drop of a hat. It's like he's trying to confuse me. And yet, the more he does it, the more I find myself craving that flirtatious side of him.
Gojo takes time to explain the others' cursed techniques to me. He discusses Megumi's shikigami and Nobara's straw doll, giving elaborate details of all the ways they can use their techniques in battle. Yuji, bless his heart, doesn't have a cursed technique, but has still managed to make do with what he's got and become a great sorcerer. Gojo doesn't go into much more detail about that.
"Ah, and then there's you," he breaths, looking up at the clear blue sky. "I really thought you were going to be a lot harder to teach."
I raise a brow at him, urging him to go on.
He chuckles when he sees that he's piqued my interest. "You're about as stubborn as they come, or so I thought. Turns out, you're an obedient girl, aren't you?"
And just like that, he flips. He closes the distance between us, our arms now brushing together. I shiver as the sudden contact sends chills crawling up my spine. I take a breath in and hold it, terrified that he'll hear the way his words have just sucked the air from my lungs.
He leans down a bit and lowers his voice, his words rolling off of his tongue like honey. "Or perhaps you're just picky about who you obey. Is that it?"
I take my bottom lip between my teeth and bite down, looking everywhere but at him. The way my body is reacting to him right now makes me feel disgusted with myself. The muscles in my thighs clench, forcing me to take smaller steps than before, which I know Gojo notices. The heat that would normally rush to my face instead floods between my legs and creates an uncomfortable sensation in my underwear.
Gojo suddenly stops in his tracks, turning his entire body to face me. His tall figure looms over me like a dark cloud, his shadow consuming me entirely. I look up at him, my gaze settling on the dark fabric of his blindfold. A small part of me wants to reach up and rip it off of him. To watch the way his eyes devour me while we stand here in an intense silence.
"Cat got your tongue?" He purrs, taking a slow step forward.
I remain silent, taking a step back for each advancement he makes. The salacious smirk on his lips is unwavering as he prowls toward me. The age old game of cat and mouse.
