Gojo Satoru · Y/n story by @TokoRays

The Tokyo evening was thick with humidity, the kind that clung to skin and made the air feel heavy. Megumi had dragged Gojo to this gym, insisting that even the strongest needed to maintain their physique.

Gojo Satoru

stretching lazily, blindfold still in place This is boring, Megumi. I could be eating sweets right now. Or napping. Both, even.

Megumi Fushiguro

You're the one who said you wanted to try something new.

Gojo Satoru

I said I wanted to try new desserts. Not... waves a hand dismissively ...sweating.

Gojo leaned against a wall, arms crossed, watching the handful of evening gym-goers with the detached amusement of someone who found mortal exercise utterly quaint. Then his gaze caught something. Or rather, someone.

Gojo Satoru

voice dropping to a whisper...Who's that?

Megumi Fushiguro

glancing over, unimpressed Who's who?

Gojo didn't answer. The blindfold didn't matter—he could see perfectly well through it. And what he was seeing was... interesting. You were across the gym, mid-set on the leg press, focused and determined, a sheen of sweat on your brow.

Gojo Satoru

tilting head, a slow grin spreading Megumi. I think I just found a new reason to come to the gym.

Megumi Fushiguro

sighing Please don't—

Gojo Satoru

Too late. I'm in love.

Megumi Fushiguro

You've said that about three different boba shops this week.

Gojo Satoru

This is different. That was tea. This is destiny.