Remember Me? | ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ

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Gojo sinks down on top of me before slipping off me to the side and kissing the crook of my neck where it meets my shoulders. "That was -" He takes a deep, shuddering breath, and I do the same. "That was amazing."

I laugh. I can't help myself, really. Shit, we really just did that, didn't we? We really just fucked. Rough. Mercilessly. Deliciously. Everything our parents, our ancestors built for. The whole animosity they planted generations ago. All gone. Poof. Just like that. With one demand, one little "tell me," it all just went up in flames.

"You think we can do it again sometime?" I ask, turning my head to look at him.

Gojo's lips pull into a smirk, and he playfully bites my shoulder before licking a trail up my neck and whispering in my ear, "We will do it again." He presses a kiss to my cheek. "Many times. Until we're out of breath and screaming our names. Until we die."

I grin as warmth rises up inside of me. Until we die? "I don't want to fuck you when you're eighty," I say, teasing.

He laughs and rolls onto his back. "You'll be eighty too, so it hardly matters." He laughs as if he can hear me rolling my eyes without even looking at me. "Besides, we'll still be gorgeous even when we're eighty."

"Also bold to assume that we even make it that far."

A soft smile plays on Gojo's lips when he looks back at me. He looks so sincere, and his voice is so calm and solemn when he says, "When we're together, there's quite literally nothing that can kill us. And I won't let anything hurt you, so... I don't think it's that bold to assume."

Screaming internally. What is he even saying??? I want to melt into his arms, want to bury my face in his chest, and just breathe. Who would have thought that the one person who destroyed my life is the same person to make it worth living?

"What makes you think we won't hurt each other?" I ask even though my brain is begging me to just shut up and take what he's giving me. Because what he's giving me is - for once - pure and real and honest.

Gojo sighs, annoyed, before moving so fast that I don't even have time to blink before he's on top of me, pinning my wrists to the sides of my head. He's smirking down at me, and my whole body feels hot. He's... hot. Forceful. And serious. He looks almost angry, as if he can't believe my audacity at even asking such a ridiculously question.

"Because, (y/n)," he says, gritting his teeth, "I'm in love with you, and I promise you that I will never hurt you."

Did I say my body was hot? Well, it turns out it wasn't, but it sure as shit is now. It's on fire, every single corner of my body, mind, and soul burning brighter than the sun. My heart skips a beat, fluttering like a ridiculous bird in a cage of bones. But I don't even mind. I don't even mind that my breathing stopped ar that I can't think properly. Because Gojo Satoru says he loves me. Against all odds, he loves me. Even though he's the one person who is supposed to hate me, he loves me. And I love him. Isn't that poetic? I guess I was wrong about that whole Romeo and Juliet situation. Ah, well, fuck.

I really want nothing more than to grab his neck and pull him down into a kiss, but I can't. We can't. What's happening here, what we're doing, it's more than just two people falling in love and having sex. This is quite genuinely world-changing. This changes everything. Because we weren't supposed to fall in love. We weren't supposed to break the promise we made under the cherry tree. We weren't supposed to swear never to hurt each other.

And this... it doesn't concern only us. We're changing the fates of two of the most prestigious sorcerer clans. What are we going to do? Call a truce? Bury the hatchet? We can't possibly go back to slaughtering each other and sleeping with each other in secret. It's our job to protect the lives of our people, and neither of us would stand by and watch our clans go at it on the battlefield while we go at it in the sheets.

"Gojo," I say, my voice straining in the effort it takes me to speak and not use my mouth in other ways.

Gojo looks down at me, raising his eyebrows expectantly. He already knows what I want to say. That we need to talk. That we can't just move on like we were. That we have to come up with a solution together. Now. He sighs, leans down to press a kiss against the creases between my furrowed brows, and sits up at the foot of the bed.

"Alright," he gives in. "You said you needed a few days to think, yet you're here already. I'm listening."

I sit up, too, and lean against the headboard. We look at each other for a moment, and I get lost in his eyes. Those beautiful, beautiful eyes. That can see everything. Even the way my heart is beating right now. Even the synapses firing in my brain. He can see me think. He can see how nervous I am. He can see, and he reaches over to take my hands into his. The motion brings him closer to me again, and he can see how it relaxes me. He can see the effect he has on me. But he doesn't comment. He lets me think until I'm ready to say something.

"I won't fight you anymore," I say after too many seconds of silence.

"Good," Gojo says with a sly smirk. "I knew that, of course, but it's good to get the confirmation. I won't fight you anymore, either."

I nod. I knew that, too. "But a truce won't work. Our clans -"

"Would accept whatever we tell them," Gojo interrupts me, finishing the sentence not exactly like I would have finished it.

My eyebrows pull together all on their own. Our clans would accept it, yes, but... "I went through this scenario many times while you were locked up," I tell him, and he listens. "They wouldn't accept it for long. Not forever. Someone will get out of hand, and things will go to shit. We can't keep the peace if we're the same two separate clans we were before."

I even thought of brainwashing everyone or just kicking everyone out and replacing them with other sorcerers. Both options are nonsense, of course, but they're not nearly as nonsensical as Gojo's suggestion is:

"Marry me," he says after contemplating for a long time which very obviously wasn't long enough.

"What?"

"Marry me," he repeats.

I laugh, surprise and confusion pushing the sound from my lips. "Gojo. We can't just get married because it's a convenient way to deal with the future."

He furrows his brows, obviously confused. "Why not?"

"I never wanted to get married anyways, and it's actually a pretty big decision for me to make."

"So you're saying you don't want to marry me?"

I shake my head. "I want to marry you for the right reasons, and not just for the good of our clans."

"Then let's."

I laugh again. "Gojo." I shake my head again. I don't know how else to explain it to him. Marriage might not be a big deal to him, but it is to me. To me, it's not just a means to an end. It's important, and even if I want to marry him for the right reasons, I don't want him to marry me for the wrong ones. "We're not getting married."

"No, listen." He straightens up. He's really into this now, and it makes me smile despite myself. "That came out wrong. I don't want to marry you because our clans benefit from that. And yes, it would spare us from having to come up with another plan. But I want to marry you because I love you. And -"

"Honey," I sigh, "we're twenty-one years old. Do you really want to be stuck with me for the rest of your life?"

"Yes," he says without hesitation.

I smile, sympathetic, and maybe a bit patronizing because I don't fully believe him. Although I, too, want to be stuck with him for the rest of my life. But common sense is fighting too hard to stay on top and make me see clearly. The fact of the matter is, we're too young to make such a decision now. What if it doesn't work out between us? What will our clans do then?

"You don't know what you're saying," I argue, forcing my lips to say all the things my heart doesn't want to be said. "We've hated each other for twenty-one years, and we've been getting along for just two weeks. We can't know how we're going forward from here. We can't know if we'll go back to hating each other."

Gojo's smile is wide and confident when he shakes his head. "I don't think so. Do you think you'll hate me again?"

Fuck, I really have to do this, don't I? "No, I don't think I'll ever hate you again. But you will hate me. Trust me on this, Satoru. You will."