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[lowkey-a-loser]

Deeper Feelings (Satoru Gojo x fem!Reader)

Hii!

This is my very first time writing something like this, so I apologize for any future mistakes or mischaracterization made in the following work🙏 

Hope you enjoy! 

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[Chapter One] - Subtle Intentions

It was the beginning of their second year at Tokyo Jujutsu High when Satoru, Suguru, Shoko, and (Y/N) were stopping by a café. They just finished a mission and agreed on checking out this new place to grab themselves some refreshments.

(Y/N), whose drink was served first, was sent to find a table for the group. Satoru had followed her after convincing his best friend to order his drink for him.

The female sorcerer settled at a booth by the windows, Satoru sat in the seat opposite of her.

Bits of strawberry in her drink sunk to the bottom of her cup, which she stirred up with the straw before taking a sip. She almost couldn't hold back a squeal at the sweet flavor of her go-to beverage.

Then a quiet, zoned out Satoru caught her attention. Quiet? That was a bit odd for someone like him.

At least he seemed quiet. In reality, Satoru's attention was stuck (Y/N). He took notice of the little excitement she had shown after tasting her strawberry lemonade, a beverage he thought suited her perfectly-sweet, refreshing, and cute.

(Y/N) gave it some thought and let out a soft hum. "You want some?" She asked, holding her cup out to the boy across from her. She figured she'd offer some to the guy, thinking that they were at least close enough to share snacks or drinks like this.

Satoru blinked. He looked surprised at the offer and raised his cheek off of his fist. She was practically offering him a kiss! Well, an indirect kiss.

Not that Satoru was complaining. He's been crushing on this girl for a while now, almost letting the thought of that indirect kiss fluster him. Luckily, the sorcerer was able to contain himself.

"Eh? Sure!" He accepted in his usual energetic tone, taking the beverage from her hand.

Satoru paused before drinking it.

He couldn't help but notice the faint lip gloss residue on the straw, left by the cute girl in front of him. His gaze impulsively flickered between the pink stain and (Y/N)'s glossy lips.

Ah, damn.

He sucked in a breath of air. "Then, thank you for the drink~" His words came out in a playful song. It was an attempt to play off the subtle pink tint coloring his face. If he had to be honest, the sugary sweet strawberry lemonade fit his tastes amazingly, especially considering how much of a sweet tooth he had.

Except, the sweetness of the drink only added to the sweetness of (Y/N), or at least it did to him. As dark as his round black frames were, there was no doubt about it-Satoru's vision was obscured by rose tinted glasses.

The girl didn't seem to notice the subtle hesitation he had, or the glances he stole at her.

Satoru chuckled lightly at that, thinking about how innocent this girl was. Or rather, how inattentive she was for not noticing his behavior around her. But, he thought her cluelessness was endearing.

He sighed, finally taking a sip, or rather, gulps, of the strawberry lemonade.

(Y/N)'s eyes widened when she noticed how much of the liquid he was consuming. "H- hey! Don't drink it all!"

She hurriedly snatched the plastic cup back, looking disappointed at the amount left remaining. A defeated grumble left her lips.

Satoru laughed, feeling only a bit bad for downing half her lemonade. "Aha~ Sorry, sorry! I'll buy you a new one, swear!" He put his hands up defensively, but his face wore the biggest grin in existence.

The girl knitted her brows, glaring at him disapprovingly. Satoru knew she wasn't truly mad at him, but he did feel a hint of guilt. Was he really going to be this mean to his crush?

(Y/N) huffed. She propped her elbows up on the table before resting her chin in her palms. Satoru had gotten up during this. She saw him making his way to the counter and assumed he went to check on Shoko and Suguru. The liquid in the cup slowly depleted and (Y/N) stirred the straw idly, waiting for Satoru to return with their friends.

After a few long minutes, the three finally met at the table with their drinks in hand. Shoko slid into the booth beside (Y/N). She had ordered some kind of bitter tasting coffee, a drink (Y/N) couldn't find appealing unless it was sweetened. Though she had to admit, she loved the smell of freshly brewed coffee.

Suguru took the next seat across from the girls, the one where Satoru had been sitting earlier. From what (Y/N) could tell, it looked like a hot tea beverage. She thought about how that was just like him-calm, relaxing, and charismatic.

But it seemed like she forgot something.

"Where's Go-" Her concerns were cut off when a certain someone pretty much slammed a drink down in front of her. When she looked up, it was the very white haired teen she was about to mention.

"Ah, Gojo-"

"Haah... Sorry." He groaned exasperatedly. That was when (Y/N) realized that the drink he 'slammed' in front of her was the same strawberry lemonade she just shared with him.

Suguru seemed amused by this, grinning softly at the interaction. Shoko spared a glance, her own face gently creased by her usual unbothered smile.

"Satoru, you should really be more polite, especially when you're apologizing." Suguru chimed in, sampling his tea.

The white haired boy scoffed, shooting Suguru a dirty look. (Y/N) couldn't help but snicker at Satoru's actions. He glanced at her as she did so, rolling his eyes at what he deemed to be-playfully-mocking laughter.

"Well, you kept your word in the end." She commented through chuckles. "You felt bad, didn't you?" A smirk graced her lips as she teased him.

Satoru clicked his tongue at her comment. "Huuhhh!? No way." He denied. "I just thought that look on your face was pitiful, so I did you a favor." He 'explained', sitting down next to Suguru. The two were now diagonal to each other.

"Pfft-" She broke into laughter again, habitually bringing a hand up to cover her mouth. "Aha- ahaha!" It was obvious she didn't fall for that made-up lie, finding it amusing instead of taking offense to it.

Her laughing fit subsided a few seconds later and she wiped away an imaginary tear. "Were you so set on my forgiveness that you forgot your own drink?"

Satoru didn't even notice it himself, but he'd yet to buy his own refreshments. Suguru didn't get him one either, claiming he 'just forgot'.

The white haired sorcerer didn't know what to say to that, only retaliating by refusing to respond.

Both Shoko and Suguru chuckled at his childishness.

(Y/N) giggled as well. Although, she felt a tad bit bad for him, seeing as he went out of his way to make it up to her. "Mm... Thank you anyway, Gojo. Since you were sweet enough to keep your promise, you can have a bit of mine." She proposed.

"A bit, okay? Don't chug it all like earlier..." She warned, eyeing him skeptically despite being the one to offer.

Satoru attempted to seem uncaring, draping his arms over the booth. "Uh huh, of course ." He shrugged, trying to seem as smug as he usually was.

Except, the slight flush on (Y/N)'s cheeks didn't go unnoticed by Satoru. His heart pang at the sight. God, did he like this girl.

She was cute, clumsy, and way too easy to get along with. And she always enjoyed Satoru's company, which he silently appreciated. And God, the way she laughed was just so contagious. She was the kinda girl with a big but quiet smile, the type you'd only get to appreciate if you were really paying attention.

Satoru snapped out of his own thoughts when he noticed himself staring at her again. He quietly hoped that the others didn't catch his change in behavior. He exhaled when he saw them preoccupied with their own conversations.

Unbeknownst to him, Shoko did notice his behavior. He was lucky that Shoko was nice enough not to point it out.

Shoko was a girl, after all. She had a sense for these kinds of things. Well, so did (Y/N). She was great with reading the room, people, and general emotions. Unless it was someone with romantic intentions towards her. Ironically, she struggled with deciphering their feelings, though that might be due to her own fear of confronting them.

"They've been putting us on so many missions lately..." (Y/N) complained, supping her beverage. She groaned at the idea of more missions being piled onto them, Satoru did the same.

"Hey, you should be thankful to have me and Suguru here with you." He referred to themselves being the strongest and shrugged cartoonishly.

(Y/N) clicked her tongue. "Are you kidding me? You guys are probably the reason we're getting so much work." She let out an exasperated sigh.

Suguru grinned at their bickering. "It's because of the sudden increase in cursed spirits." He informed. Although the group already knew that, no one had pointed it out yet.

Shoko didn't say much. Instead, she took out a cigarette to light. (Y/N) noticed that.

"Ah, Shoko," (Y/N) tapped her shoulder before referring her to the no-smoking sign. "I don't think you can do that here."

Shoko let out a small noise of acknowledgement. "Ehh? I see..." She disappointedly tucked her cigarette away, opting to drink the coffee she purchased instead.

A bit of time passes in the café. The group of teens agree that it's about time to get back to campus, and they do so.

On their way back, Satoru steals a few sips of (Y/N)'s drink. Well, it should be fine, right? (Y/N) was the one that offered in the first place. He didn't seem as hesitant about it like he was before. In fact, he was totally taking advantage of her offer now! Not in the way that he was trying to steal her drink, but in the way that Satoru Gojo, whose feelings towards (Y/N) continued to blossom, liked the subtle intimacy with these small acts.

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[End notes]

I'm debating on how much fluff/angst/smut there should be in here, though I didn't initially intend to make it super emotional🤔

My original idea was something cute with a lil smut, but since I decided to start off right before the hidden inventory arc...

Anyway, thanks for reading! Hopefully my writing wasn't too bad lol (feel free to criticize me)