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

33: "You Embarrassed Yourself."

Hey guys this chapter gets a little. . . Violent?
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The coldness of the night air hit your fighting lungs as you tried your hardest to calm your heavy breathing, flexing out your fingers. They ached at the action.

The surrounding crowd was watching with a mix of amusement and horror, none of them helping Haruka as she laid helpless on the red-carpeted stairs.

Her arms shook as she forced herself up, hunched over with blood dripping from her nose. Her black hair was an absolute mess, and the pin that had been holding it back earlier in the night was further down the pavement, you having thrown beforehand.

She looked at you over her shoulder in fear, something that gave you a concerning amount of satisfaction. That fear slightly turned into anger as she spat out, "You whore."

You couldn't help the smile that fell onto your lips as you kept your eyes trained on her. For the amount of shit she talked, she was a surprisingly bad fighter.

Your eyes trailed to Ayato, who, in the massive crowd of people, was standing in the front and sipping his drink with an entertained smirk on his face. He hadn't once tried to interfere.

Unlike Gojo, who had an arm tight around your waist, having to do his best to hold you back. His body was hot against your back, and you could feel him breathing heavily. He slightly pulled you back again in a small tug, doing it as a way to snap you out of your daze, and with a low voice said, "Hey. Come on."

You forced yourself to take a deep breath as you kept watching Haruka, her making no move to get up yet. You looked down at Gojo's hand around you, noticing the bruises forming on his knuckles.

He tugged on you again, saying a bit louder, "(Y/N)."

- T E N M I N U T E S E A R L I E R -

He stared at her with the same lack of emotion, like the question didn't even faze him.

The entire room was tense, and not even a chainsaw could cut it. You felt like your whole body was going to crumple in on itself.

Finally, Gojo opened his mouth, taking a deep breath and giving his answer.

"In what world do you think I would say yes to this?"

Haruka's entire face dropped as her eyes widened. "I— What? Wha. . . What?"

You didn't blame her. You couldn't. Because to be completely transparent, you were just as shocked and confused.

Someone coughed awkwardly in the silence.

"You don't love me, Haruka. You don't care about me. And frankly I'm done pretending like you do. Like I do. It's a huge waste of time."

Ayato looked off to the side with wide eyes as he sipped his drink loudly, clearly a bit tipsy now.

Haruka's shocked look turned into one of anger. "Because you need me! Anyone would kill to have me. I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you, Gojo Satoru, you can't do this to me!"

"But why can you do it to me?" Gojo's eyebrows raised in question toward her, and her voice faltered, eyes fluttering before she asked, "What do you mean?"

Gojo let out a laugh, his eyes crinkling. "You honestly can't be this dense. You can drop me just like that," he snapped his fingers on the word 'that', "make it out so it's my fault, and then try to manipulate the people I care most about into thinking the same."