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 Satoru showed up to Jujutsu Tech early on Friday morning. He was never early, let alone on time. His students would surely question him. But, he was prepared for that. As he strolled into the kitchen, he carried a box of donuts in one hand, while eating one of his own with the other—vanilla icing with rainbow sprinkles, of course.
Gojo wasn't above treating his students to things. He'd sometimes bring back souvenirs for them when he was away or take them out to lunch after a mission. But sacrificing his precious sleep to bring them breakfast? This was a first.
It's not like he'd been sleeping much these days anyway. Not since Calantha came around. Sometimes he wondered if she had a secret technique that allowed her to plant herself inside people's heads. Because no matter how hard he tried, he could not get rid of her. And his thoughts of her only grew more lewd as the days went on.
The night after their little encounter, he was literally driving himself mad with the salacious scenes he'd been creating of her in his head. All the positions she contort that flexible little body of hers into while he fucked her senseless, how those doe-like eyes would stare up at him innocently as she took his entire length down her throat...oh...
He thought that maybe it had just been too long since he'd last had a girl over. That he had a lot of pent up energy that was desperate for release. So, he found himself prowling through a bar in search of the most attractive woman he could find. Single or not, he knew he'd have her wrapped around his finger in a matter of minutes.
And he did. A woman named Airi, who wore a skin-tight black dress and had a head of volminous brunette curls left her date and let Gojo take her home. She was well-rehearsed in this category, he could tell. The way she gyrated her body against his as they made out and unbuttoned his shirt in a fraction of a second without breaking their kiss was like second nature to her.
Yet, they had only just made it down to their underwear before Gojo faked a migraine and called a cab to take her home. He'd have normally been exhilerated by Airi's skill and experience. She undoubtedly would have shown him a good time. But that night, it disgusted him. Her hands felt like razor blades on his skin and her kisses were nauseating. Plus, the excessive amount of perfume she was wearing really was giving him a bit of a headache. It took all that he had not to shove her off of him and throw her out the door in just her bra and panties.
He went to the bathroom to shower as soon as she was gone. When he looked in the mirror, all he could envision was watching his reflection as he fucked Calantha over the sink.
"Happy Friday!" Gojo announced in a sing-song voice, grinning down at 3 of his 4 students, who sat at the table together. He set the donuts down in the middle of them, flipping the box open to reveal an array of the heavily iced baked treats, many of which were decorated with candies and sprinkles.
Yuji lights up the same way a young child would at the sight. "Sweet! Thanks, Gojo-sensei!"
"Anything for my beloved pupils," he said, slinking into the empty chair across from Megumi.
Megumi, of course, is the only one who wasn't sated by the donuts. He leans forward onto the table, staring Gojo down with an intense gaze and one eyebrow arched. Gojo isn't fazed by this, not one bit. While Yuji and Nobara enjoyed their breakfast, he stared back at Megumi with his arms crossed over his chest and a cocky grin plastered on his face. If he backed down, Megumi would know that he had something to hide.
"Where's Nurre?" Yuji asked, his words slightly muffled by the food in his mouth. It was exactly what Gojo was wondering.
"In the shower, I think," Nobara answered. "Do you honestly think she's gonna eat a donut, Yuji? Come on."
The pink-haired boy shook his head, glancing back at the doorway before leaning in and lowering his voice. "Do you guys think she's gonna go back to America?"
"Yes," Megumi answered hastily.
Nobara gave him an incredulous look. "Really? What makes you say that?"
The boy takes a sip of his coffee and scoffs. "She dances until like 4 AM every night. I caught her in the training room doing it on Wednesday."
This was news to everyone, including Gojo. The scene of her touching herself in the shower that he was just playing in his head fades to black as the realization that she may not be around much longer settles in. He always knew it was a possibility that she'd chicken out and run back home, but he was sure she'd have given up on the whole ballet ordeal by now. She'd been taking her training seriously and even interacting more with her classmates by the day. It seems that her dedication to ballet hasn't dwindled nearly as much as he'd thought.
"Maybe she just does it for fun," Yuji innocently suggests.
"Fat chance," Nobara broods. "You both read that article. She's never gonna accept that the odds are stacked against her no matter how skilled she is. She'll never quit."
