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 tried having a girl over 6 more times since Airi, all with the same miserable ending. This wasn't supposed to happen. He was supposed to forget about Calantha and go about his life.
And yet, now that she was gone, his thoughts were only further plagued by her. It was like some kind of sick reverse psychology trick.
Part of him couldn't help but wonder if perhaps he was the one who scared her off. He thought the reaction he elicited in her when he teased her was a good one. The blushing, the thighs clamping together, the ragged breathing, the rapid pulse...those are all signs of arousal. Was he wrong? Had he actually made her uncomfortable?
Gojo Satoru was sure he knew everything there was to know about women. How to get their attention, how to turn them on, how to satisfy their every desire. All a man needed was money, skilled hands, and skilled tongue. Or so he thought. But Gojo had never pursued a woman who took no interest in things like that. He'd never pursued a woman romantically. He didn't even know any women who would want that anyway.
It was driving him insane. It was affecting his sleep, his appetite, even his technique. He couldn't focus on anything but her. It was addicting, in a way. He'd never worked so hard for something in his life. He liked the chase. He liked the challenge.
So, between classes at Jujutsu Tech, business trips, and missions, he found himself doing some research of his own. He learned about love languages, communication, and all things relationships. He even took an online quiz to determine his own love language, which turned out to be physical touch, of course.
What was Calantha's love language, he wondered. Hopefully the same as his, or maybe receiving gifts—that would be an easy one to accomodate.
He read a few blogs on relationship advice and tried to learn a the key points about getting a girl to like him. Most of it included him needing to know a lot more about Calantha than he did at the moment.
After spending several hours running into walls in his research one night, he got fed up and registered for an online English course instead. The blogs would call this an "act of service", he believed.
