No Strings Attached- gojo x reader/geto x reader

In your company

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There are only two reasons Gojo hasn't texted you yet today.

From the day you met him three years ago when you started working at Jujutsu Tech and he insisted on making you his best friend, to now, there would only be two reasons why this far into the day, you still have not gotten a single text, call, or some other annoyance from him.

One: he's with one of his... "friends". You shuttered disgusted, who would wanna sleep with that guy, you wondered.

And two: he's planning something. The 'something' being a surprise.

   A surprise that is not welcome, but he insists upon anyways. Though they're not very good surprises since you know when they're coming, you thought as you went about your morning routine.

You had given yourself the luxury of sleeping in on your weekend before having to finish the ungodly amount of work you had.

The soft patter of rain outside your window drew your attention as you sat back in your couch, nestled with a cup of fresh coffee, and watched with content as the rain thickened.

Yes the sun was beautiful, but the grayness of the clouds, the heavy pour of rain drenching everything, it made you feel at peace.

You were grateful for the wide floor to ceiling windows your apartment housed, allowing you to enjoy the weather. In fact, you were grateful for your whole apartment. An open concept with two-storey's and big windows that overlooked the city from up high.

   You smiled into your cup, that was one of the perks of being a Sorcerer at Jujutsu Tech, it paid very well.

   Frowning suddenly, you pursed your lips, mood ruined by what else working at the school brought: a shit ton of paperwork.

   Really though, who knew being a jujutsu sorcerer would come with so much pencil pushing? You sighed setting down your empty cup and staring at the stack of paper.

   It can wait till later.

• Later - approximately 9pm •

   "Ughhhh." You groaned flopping your arms down in the couch, your work staring at you expectantly from the kitchen table. With the shake of your head, you pulled yourself off your couch to retrieve the menacing papers.

   A knock pounded on your door.

   Of course he decides to bother you now.

   You set the papers down on your coffee table and slowly padded over to the door, opening it to reveal the tall, white haired menace.

   You leaned against the door taking in his excited expression. He was dressed in black pants and a white button up shirt, his round, tinted glass low on his nose, his hair disheveled per usual.
"You made me make you a key, but you don't use it."

   "I like having it." he smiled. "Get ready, we're going out,"

   "Sorry to disappoint, but I'm busy."

   His expression quickly turned stricken with grief, "What do you mean you're 'busy', you don't do stuff?"

   Opening the door wider, you walked back to your couch where you seemed to be spending a lot of time, trusting he would let himself in.

   "I have a lot of work to do," you sighed, "one of the many perks of having a job."

   You began to separate your work when a thought came to you, "How come I never see you do any work?" You asked.

   He looked at you blinking, "You can do that later, come ooon let's go do something fun." He whined, completely ignoring your question.

   "No."

   His mouth flattened to a line, knowing he wouldn't get anywhere with you and he made his way into your kitchen, helping himself to whatever you had.

   You smiled gently, knowing he would stay as he always does, whether it be inviting himself early in the morning before you even wake and staying the day, both of you doing your own thing in each others company, or whether he comes late at night after his day is done and he comes to sleep at your place in the room across the hall that you keep empty for him.

   Another reason you knew something was up when he wasn't already here this morning.

   In the beginning, you only let him stay because you realized how much he hates being alone, though you never knew why, but after awhile you came to enjoy his presence.

   It was an unconscious process, so normal it became routine, the two of you existing separately in each other's space, that you often felt lonely when he wasn't around, not that you would ever say so out loud.

   Admitting it would be acknowledging you enjoyed his company, that he had secured a place in your heart as one of your best friends, and that you cared about him and that he will eventually leave you, as everyone in your life you've ever cared about has.

You didn't want to accept that, not yet.

   And so, when he walked over with the ice cream mochi you kept in the freezer for him in hand, and spread himself out on the couch across from you you had positioned as such so he couldn't cheat and look at your cards when you played games, you wiped the soft grin off your face and said nothing.

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