𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 | gojo satoru x reader

3: "I Have A Proposition."

Gojo came strutting in the next day, looking like a million bucks.

    After yesterday afternoon, you had managed to convince him to go home. After a bit of tumbling and struggling to stand and literally carrying him over to Nanami's car so he could drop him home, you were finally successful in your mission.

    Itadori wouldn't stop talking to you, trying to find a way to pay his life debt to you, and you had to tell him ten times that it was a joke and he definitely did not owe you a life debt.

    You weren't going to make those sort of jokes again.

    You thought Gojo would feel at least a little bit better after having a shower, yes. But you still were expecting him to look glum walking in to work the next day, if he would even come to work at all.

    But strutting? He was dressed in one of his better outfits, not his usual uniform and bandana. A button up white shirt rolled up at the sleeves, black pants with black shoes, his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and a jacket you one hundred percent knew he wouldn't wear swung over his shoulder.

    Something was up. Either Haruka changed her mind (not something you thought would be possible in fourteen hours), or Gojo had a plan up his sleeve.

    Which was a realisation you made a little too late.

    He spotted you almost immediately, and smugly walked over.

    He stopped at your desk, and you sighed, placing your pen down and asking, "What is it, Toast For Brains?"

    He hadn't stopped smiling and he didn't insult you back, which raised your suspicions. "I," he said, a kind tone to his voice, "am here to make a proposition."

    You frowned, leaning back in your chair. "I'm not hiding you from Nanami."

    "Okay, first of all," this was the first time his smile dropped, "that was an emergency. He was going to kill me."

    "Because you set off fireworks IN HIS HOUSE."

    Two years ago, Gojo just wanted to celebrate Nanami's birthday, and he decided to conduct a surprise party in Nanami's own home. He gathered everyone together. Now, you thought the most he had were party poppers and sparklers for the cake, in which you were holding. And as far as you knew, Gojo was standing next to you in the dark.

    It absolutely shocked you and everyone else to the core when Nanami walked in, and Gojo was standing in the centre of the living room, lighting a box of fireworks. You all barely had any time to take cover before everything turned to complete chaos. Once everything had calmed down, there was a charcoal-covered house, a fuming Nanami, and a perfectly good cake in your hand to throw at Gojo's face. The cake wouldn't save Nanami's mood, and you knew that. You may as well have put it to good use.

    Gojo didn't long leave after that. You all stayed to help Nanami the best you could, and the following Monday, Gojo came bursting through the door, using your body as a shield as Nanami followed soon after. He was trying to kill him, and as much as you would've been more than happy to see it, you wanted Gojo away from you, so you did your best to convince Nanami to let him go.

    Gojo owed Nanami about $15,000 in damages. Which made you mad because you knew how much money he had.

    So you convinced Nanami to double it for compensation.

    If Gojo was stupid enough to do something like that to Nanami, you were convinced he'd do it again. So it wasn't surprising that you were suspicious.

    "Anyway," Gojo said, sitting on the edge of your desk, which annoyed you when you heard it creak just a little bit. "I have a proposition."

    You didn't say anything. You thought you should hear him out, just for the fun of it. You knew you wouldn't agree to it, but you still wanted to hear what it was.