#i mean for it to be 100 words but i couldn't contain gojo's ego in that few words oops

[stellamancer]

a kind of vent drabble —

Anxiety runs ice cold in your veins and before you can think about it— before you can stop yourself, you’re walking. It’s a strange sort of instinct that moves you, guides you to the training fields. The first year students are there, sparring, but they’re not who your eyes seek. 

Satoru Gojo stands a ways away from them, arms crossed and smiling as his kids train. The mere sight of him melts the ice of your blood, your anxiety dissipating into the air. 

It’s so infuriating. 

More infuriating is the way he turns his head in your direction, his infernal Six Eyes catching sight of you despite the fact that you are half-hidden beneath the shade of the trees. No normal person could spot you at this distance, but it’s unfortunate that he revels in being the most abnormal person you know. 

Gojo shoots you an egotistical smirk that could only belong to him and him alone. There is no doubt that he thinks he caught you sneaking glances at him like a lovestruck teen.

How very annoying. 

And more annoying is that the more you think about it, the more you reluctantly realize there’s a more truth to that sentiment that you’d ever be willing to admit. The fondness running warm through your veins is proof enough of that. 

Not that you’ll ever tell Satoru Gojo that.