Can't Get Over You

Demons in my Head, (The Angels want Control instead)

Now let heat things a few notches and put some angst, shall we?

Warnings

- Reader and OCs inserted, all of mine creation.

- Satoru Goujo is a character of Jujutsu Kaisen, which belongs to Gege Akutami.

- Definitely will have GojoxGeto on this chapter.

- Will have steamy stuff on this chapter, be prepared.

- Implications of the characters of Digimon series, which belongs to Akiyoshi Hongo, respectively.

- A lot of things I've written are depicted as response of hormonal of the teenager years. None are safe of it.

- Chapter inspired and the lyrics put are from the song "Hollow" by Edgar Sandoval Jr, Bloom & Bridge.

Enjoy!

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– "Hi, my name is Satoru Gojo and my curse technic is the Limitless technic that my clan has. Basically I can manipulate space at atomic level." – His gaze runs over the other two colleagues to the lands on you. - "It's a pleasure to meet you." – His gaze maintaining on you while he puts back his sunglasses, hiding away the beautiful blue sky color his irises have.

A pleasure to meet you.

A pleasure. To meet. You.

Pleasure...

- 'Gaaaaaaaaaaah.' - You whine loudly on your mind, taking deep breathes. Yaga-sensei had given a brief interval between the morning classes, ten blissfully minutes which you could lose a little your poker face and sag your stiff posture.

Oh-oh, the angels want control instead
Oh-oh, yeah, I've been disappointed and let down

[FLASHBACK]

You've been sitting on a stiff posture for two and half hours already just because your teacher said that it wasn't necessary to sit behind Gojo, asking to sit at his left side. Voice completely neutral you emitted a single 'okay' and as silently as you could you moved both desk and chair to the designated spot. After arranging yourself you hunched up a little over the table, so you wouldn't not glimpse at the gorgeous features of the person at your side when the teacher moved to the far left side of the room. However you could feel that the bluish gaze is staring to your face, making your hands sweaty and your heart palpitates.

It's continues for the progression of an hour, the majority of it you got engrossed over the subject over the blackboard but there is a moment you couldn't stand anymore and decided to look back at him. And there it is, the sunglasses perched on the top of his nose as his eyes are directed to yours. You almost flinched on the spot but held your reaction, instead raising an eyebrow at him. The response of it was a cheeky smile, provoking a new rush of rapid heart beatings.

Thankfully you didn't exteriorize it, your response was: - "Take a photo, will last longer." - His response was a snicker, your heart flutters at the sound. Still with poker face intact you sigh and say nonchalantly. - "What a rude boy." – He gives a chuckle and then moves his head to gaze at the teacher, finally giving some minutes of his unnerving stare.

For the second hour more things were written on the board, so this time your eyes would jump from the words written in white chalk on the green background and after replicate in the lined white page of your note. Once again the intense staring resumed however you tried your hardest to remain on your task.