Gojo Satoru never fell in love. Yes, there were flings and countless hookups, yet there was never a sense of promise or faithfulness in the air. Every women he had met in the club either wound up getting fucked to sleep, with him disappearing the ne...
<a/n: i hc gojo as a rihanna and nicki minaj stan>
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𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘆/𝗻'𝘀 𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗱𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲. His belt suddenly felt tight around his waist, even though it was quite loose already, and his collar felt like it was practically strangling him. His heart seemed to have returned to how it reacted at the art gallery, his first encounter with y/n. Then again, had he ever grown familiar with her touch, never getting a rush from those soft finger tips? No. He didn't think he ever would, in complete honesty. Over the past couple of days, it did seem like he was getting better at reciprocating his appropriate affection, not letting his endorphins get the better of him. Leans, high fives, even carrying her when she wanted seemed to be easy to do nowadays.
But now here he was, awkwardly standing at her home, his heart feeling like it would burst from his chest at any given second. The panic had started when he'd first woken up. He didn't know what to wear, what he should bring. Why he had chosen a crisp dress shirt was far beyond him. They were cooking breakfast together, it made much more sense now that he should have dressed comfortably. Then again, he didn't want to look like a slob. But really? A dress shirt?! He might as well have gone with a tuxedo while he was at it, Gojo jabbed at himself.
He considered the idea of teleporting back to the school to change, but the door opened with a click before he had the chance to act.
"Just got a text from my neighbor saying someone was standing at my door for an uncomfortably long amount of time," y/n said on the other side, peeking her head out, "Figured it was you."
She had no trace of makeup on, yet her brown skin was flawless. Her long lashes framed slightly tired looking e/c eyes, giving her an effortlessly gorgeous look. Her curls were in four separate braids all drawn into a bun of some kind, her baby hairs tucked into the comfortable style as well.
"Shit, I'm still in my pajamas, just ignore that."
She readjusted her position so that she was leaning against the doorframe, her body in complete view.
Gojo felt his blindfolded eyes widen. She wore a simple tank top that, of course, fit her in all the right ways. That wasn't where Gojo was looking, oh no. It was the shorts. God bless those shorts! The red velvet material hugged her thighs perfectly, accentuating her curves and waist. Her figure was already stunning, but this amped it all up by a thousand!
Y/n legs crossed the other as she waited for a hello,or another greeting of any kind. The sorcerer stayed silent, his mouth half open.
"Good morning to you too...?" she initiated.
"Oh yeah, uh," Gojo rubbed his face, wiping away his dumbed expression. "Morning."
They stood in silence.
"You can come in, Shades," y/n sighed, leaving the door open as she went into the spacious room, her backside now facing him. Gojo felt like he was about to have a nosebleed.
He took a moment to recollect himself before following y/n inside- removing his shoes first, then making sure to untuck part of his shirt in an attempt of casualty.
The apartment was nice, having the same cozy feel that Oasis possessed.
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