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

19: "I Tried To Kiss You, Did I?"

Gojo noticed how quiet you were all morning. It wasn't hard to. It also wasn't hard to see how jumpy you were.

You cleared your throat, noticing his unsubtle stare as you awkwardly ate your pancakes. Your face felt hot as he continued to stare, but you still continued to avoid any eye contact.

You were still chewing your final bite when you stood up. Before you had the chance to move around the bench to the sink, Gojo stood, taking your plate off you, "I got it."

You froze, watching as he moved to the sink, washing up the few dishes used. It was around seven in the morning, so you were wondering why you felt so warm. It wasn't supposed to get so warm so early in the day. You cleared your throat again, which seemed to annoy Gojo, as he turned the tap off and turned to look at you over his shoulder, a frown etched onto his face. "What's going on?"

Your heart pounded in your chest as you pursed your lips, squinting your eyes at him as you feigned innocence. "Hm?"

He shook his head, sighing and turning back to the dishes. He put them on the drying rack, during which he said nothing. You didn't move. You didn't know why, but you felt like even if you tried to leave, he wouldn't let you. After he was done, he spun around, leaning back against the edge of the bench. "You've been weird all morning. Like, weird."

You shrugged your shoulders, not knowing what to say. Obviously you couldn't tell him about your dream. Because then that would lead to you admitting that you were attracted to him. That you thought of him in such a way. Which wasn't appropriate for the situation you guys were in right now. Mumbling, you said, "It's like, seven in the morning, give me a minute."

"I've waken you up at literally four in the morning before and you were more lively than this," he frowned, standing up properly and strolling toward you. He stopped a metre in front of you. "It's not even that you're not lively, it's the fact that you're just acting weird. You can't even look at me."

You sighed, flicking your eyes up to him. "I can look at you."

"That's not my point," he said, taking a smaller step toward you. You could smell him, that familiar zesty, musky smell that you could never pinpoint the specifics of.  It took you back to your dream, and you found yourself blinking more than normal. Gojo chuckled humourlessly, throwing a hand up slightly as he gestured to you. "Look, even right now. I've been closer to you than this before, (Y/N). You've never expressed any issues with it until now. You were fine last night. What's happened?"

You shook your head, looking down again.

"I. . ." he dropped his hand, looking at you with concern-filled eyes. "Have I done something? I thought you were okay after I apologised."

You quickly shook your head, looking back up at him. "No, no. You haven't done anything. And I've already forgiven you for what happened. You haven't done anything."

"Well clearly I have," he said, his tone softening as he moved a little closer to you, now only a ruler's length away, something he had been doing so often lately. "Suddenly you're very uncomfortable around me. And you won't tell me why."

"No," you mumbled, sighing as you dropped your head, "it's got nothing to do with anything you've done. It's all me, I promise."

"Can you look at me when you say that?" he whispered now, tilting his head so he could meet your gaze.

You looked at him hesitatingly, eyes flicking between his. They held a look of desperation and concern, along with something else you couldn't narrow down. It almost looked hopeful, but you weren't entirely sure. After a moment, you took a deep breath, and while looking at him, said in a level tone, "You haven't done anything. It's just me."

He didn't say anything, scanning your face for any sort of lie. He didn't find one, but he remained silent as he kept looking at you.