where the scalpel meets skin - satoru gojo x reader

Skill is everything, and you take pride in being one of the hospital's top surgeons. Precision, control, and discipline-that's what makes a great doctor. But there's one thing standing in your way.

Satoru Gojo.

Annoyingly brilliant. The only person who can match you in the operating room, much to your frustration. It doesn't matter how many flawless procedures you perform-he's always there, pushing your buttons, smirking like he knows something you don't.

And worse? He makes everyone else laugh while doing it.

"Try not to stare too hard, doc," Gojo teases, flipping through a patient chart like it's a magazine. "I know I'm impressive, but save the admiration for after our next surgery."

You glare at him over your clipboard. "Oh fuck you, it's impressive how much you piss me off without even trying."

Gojo grins. "Who says I'm not trying?"

Is he really just your biggest competition?

Or has he been something more all along?