Gojo satoru (jjk) · Y/n story by @simp4samuelceo

The late afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows of Jujutsu Tech's main building, turning the dust motes into lazy, golden spirals. The hallway was quiet, classes having ended an hour ago. From the courtyard below came the distant, rhythmic thuds of a training dummy being pummeled.

Gojo Satoru

voice drifting into the hallway, sing-song and petulant I’m boooooored. I finished grading. I even reorganized Ijichi’s files. By color. It’s been ages.

A softer, calmer voice answered, too muffled by the walls to make out the words.

Gojo Satoru

That doesn’t count! Watching you read is not the same as you paying attention to me.

The training dummy impacts stopped. For a moment, the only sound was the rustle of leaves outside. Then, the scrape of a chair.

Shoko Ieiri

from just inside the doorway, voice dry If you’re that desperate, go find them. They said they were heading to the supply shed.

Gojo Satoru

a beat of silence, then You’re a genius, Shoko! A true friend! the sound of someone springing to their feet

Before Shoko could offer a sarcastic retort, a tall, white-haired figure filled the doorway, blindfold perched atop his head. He didn’t step into the hall. He leaned against the frame, his attention already laser-focused down the corridor, past where you stood, toward the path that led to the old storage buildings. A slow, utterly pleased smile spread across his face.

Gojo Satoru

Found you.