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Satoru: Curtain Bangs

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Gojo Satoru could have easily used Limitless to teleport he and Calantha back to Jujutsu Tech. It was how he got to her in the first place, after all. But what better opportunity than this to have her all to himself without the watchful eyes of his students and peers than this?

He did this with the intent of knowing her better. Figuring her out, so to speak. So far, all she'd done is confuse him further. He was on his best behavior at first; gentle and affectionate. He held her while she cried and even got her to laugh (which may have given him an ego boost he certainly didn't need). So then he let himself fool around just a little bit at the café.

Suddenly, Calantha was no better than him. Maybe it was the fact that he bought her a hot chocolate, or that he'd learned English, or even that he rejected that ginger girl rather boldly. Something had that girl in a practically feral state. That was one of his favorite perks of Six Eyes—he could watch her body react to him. His eye coverings were a bit limiting, but he could still see her staring at his hands and could even sense how she'd completely soaked her ballet tights.

Had he somehow catered to her love language without realizing it? He didn't take Calantha as the type become so aroused at the drop of a hat, unlike him. Perhaps she'd just been too lonely for too long. Had she missed him?

Gojo was certain that if he'd followed her into her apartment that night, they'd have been all over each other, probably even missing their flight. But he had to be good, so he went back to his hotel room and teased her from there instead.

He had a reputation with women that, if Calantha didn't already know about it, she would find out sooner or later. At her age, he was having sex at any chance he got, never usually with the same person twice. He didn't really think of it as anything more than a way to entertain himself in his free time. Almost like some mindless hobby. But, as he got older, the fun in hookup culture started to dwindle and he involved himself in it less and less.

Once he turned 26, he tried dipping his feet into the dating pool, which resulted in a streak of meaningless flings lasting no longer than a few weeks. It had nothing to do with him not wanting a relationship. But Gojo Satoru had made himself known for one thing, and it wasn't dating. So coming across a woman looking for anything more than wealth and good sex in him wasn't going to be easy. Plus, the flings didn't necessarily give off the message that he was good at committment.

So, at the age of 28, he found himself on a 16 hour flight with a half-asleep, ex-ballerina whom he was desperate for an excuse to spend time with. She's curled up in the lush reclining seat beside his, staring sleepily out of his window. Thank God he got first-class tickets. Although, he probably should have given her the window seat, come to think of it.

It wouldn't be long until she fell asleep. He knew the second they met in the airport that she hadn't slept at all. A small part of him took pride in that, choosing to believe that he truly had gotten her so riled up that she'd spent those hours touching herself and wishing it was his hands instead of her own. But, an unfamiliar and bizarre air of concern swirled through him every time he looked at her glazed over expression and sleepy eyes. He didn't like seeing her like this. He didn't like that all the color from her face had drained, that she looked even thinner than she did when he first met her, and that her eyes and lips were puffy from crying so much.

It irked Gojo Satoru, seeing her so enervated. He knew her as a strong woman with a greed for success like no other, which was a huge part of why he found her so alluring in the first place. It took a lot for her to reach a point so low as this. All the more reason for him to learn more about her. He could make sure she had everything she liked right at her fingertips so she'd never be unhappy again.

Despite all of this, Calantha was still very pretty. Her features were captivating—round hazel eyes, perfectly sculpted eyebrows, a set of full pink lips, and cheeks that he knew would puff out in the cutest way once she gained weight and filled out a bit more. Her hair cascades down her back and shoulders and reaches down to her hips, the icy blonde strands boldly reflecting the sunlight coming in from the window. She even has curtain bangs that frame her face, even when she tucks the rest of her hair behind her ears. He really liked those.

He looked over at her, noting that she had already fallen back asleep. Her brows are furrowed with unease and the corners of her lips tug slightly downward into a frown. Not necessarily a look of fear, but more of stress and tension. Like she was sleeping, but not resting. She did this at the airport as well.

He wasn't sure what, if anything, would soothe her into a more restful sleep. Part of him wanted to reach over and caress her in some way, maybe even stroke her hair (which looked so irresistably soft), but decided against it.

So, he continued mindlessly scrolling on social media, occasionally checking on the sleeping girl beside him. He'd wake her up for snacks and meals, forcing her to at least take a few bites of something, and would let her go back to sleep right after. Following the last meal on their flight, Calantha inched closer to him and let her forehead fall onto his bicep as she drifted off.

This time, her features are soft and at peace. Gojo Satoru could not have been more pleased.