✓ blossoms | gojo satoru

five | edited

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The day continued like normal. You had been assigned to scout for curses in a company building. That being the one Nanami worked at. You three all went to school together too so it was obvious to know where the building was. For Nanami though, he hated Gojo. He was annoying and childish, but that didn't mean he didn't like him being alive (you think).

You never really minded since it was his choice to have a perspective toward Gojo. You were neutral and never wanted to pick sides. Picking sides also ruined things between people and if you never talked about it, then there was less chance of people coming at you.

Your legs stomped down onto the roof. You were jumping left and right on top of other roofs. You hummed as you had a clear mind. You didn't think of anything at the moment and that was good. Considering that Gojo was always living in your mind rent-free.

You stopped in front of the building's roof and threw yourself on the side. Feeling a gust of wind whizz past you. You snap your head around to see a random curse fly by. It continued onwards seemingly not noticing that you were perched on top of the roof.

You tilt your head in confusion and make your way over to the curse. You feel your heart stop as the curse suddenly turns around. Your eyes widen as it seems like your eyes was playing a trick on you.

It's a curse that took in the form of Suguru Geto. Your mind is racing at the sight of him in front of you. You had watched him die in the hands of his best friend. There was no way he was here at this exact place and time. He was dead and is supposed to be dead.

"H-How–"

Your words are stuck in your throat as the man in Suguru's form smirks. The only difference in his appearance was the weird stitches around the forehead. From what you remember, that was not there when Suguru died.

Tears prickled at the edges of your eyelids. You shake as you slowly bring your hands into their curse technique form. Your fingers find each other as your lips open while shaking. You're trembling so much that you are finding it hard to control your emotions.

"Phthalo Eau de Nil!" you cry as your ability barely touches the fake Geto.

You fall to your knees as you start sobbing your eyes out. You're having a mental breakdown as you stare at the uninjured man, slowly making his way over to you. He grabs you by the chin and tilts your head up to face him.

"You must be the girl," he menacing glares down at your saddened appearance.

"You aren't Geto. Who are you?" you grit your teeth as the tears continue to cascade down your soft skin.

"Your worst–"

"Get away from her!" you hear a familiar voice scream as the fake Geto backs off as the new person made their way over.

The fake then clicks his tongue and disappears down into the alleyways without another word. You're slumped and lean your whole body onto the floor of the roof. Your sobs rake your entire body as the new individual swoops in beside you.

"Hey, are you hurt?" they ask as you continue to cry to your heart's content.

You shake as the person grabs your shoulder to pull you to their chest. Your closed eyes realize the same aura was coming from someone you found so good to be true. The same scent, the same feeling, the same warmth. Gojo Satoru.

"H-He was real and-and I was– Geto is back? W-Why...?" you stutter as you cry into the white-haired male's chest.

"That's not him. That...that man is not him. He took over our friend's body. He is taking advantage of it," Satoru answers in a soft tone as he rubs your back.

You start to become extremely focused on the way he breathed in and out. The way his chest moved up and down. The way he soothed you with his hands on your back and the way he talked to you in a caring manner.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you try to find a way to distract yourself from your racing thoughts. By now you have completely forgotten about the fake Suguru since your mind has decided to put its full attention on Gojo.

The way he looked at you made you melt. You were like snow changing forms into water once the sun comes out. He was too good to look at. As if he belonged in the ancient museums with how he presented himself.

Sure, he was stuck up maybe a little too narcissistic and annoying at times, but it works for him. You were completely stuck on him now. It was as if he made you become glued to him. The way he always teased you in a friendly manner that you always mistook. You were so willingly letting him get away with it.

Your mind snaps everywhere in emotions. To the ways, he walked, to the ways he went about his day, to the ways he made sure the curses regretted being seen by him. You were absolutely so enamored by him. He made sure of it too.

His stupid gestures once he saw you made you so irritated that there was no point to be irritated. He just made it seem like you were a friend. Yes...you were only a friend after all. You went to school with him and that made you two friends. You guys hung out a lot and did things so much together that it became a chore.

"Once you're done crying, I got to take a selfie with you to show to my wonderful students," he cackled as he pulled out his phone.

And his stupid personality. Holy Jujutsu. You finally realized what you're been feeling. After wanting to suppress all your emotions, you have finally decided that you need to let them out. You needed to or else it would be the death of you.

Either way, it would be the death of you. You would end up regretting everything completely. Your mind began to hurt as you tried thinking of easier ways out of this type of situation, but nothing came to mind.

That was it. You were so smitten. So entranced by him and his appearance. He was the guy that made you want more of him. You were so enamored, yes.

In love. You were so deeply in love with him.

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