chapter one - four

Infinite Attraction

A Gojo Satoru x Reader Romance

Chapter 1: First Encounter

The curse energy crackled through the abandoned mall like electricity through water. You pressed your back against the cold concrete pillar, trying to steady your breathing as you sensed the Grade 2 curse somewhere in the shadows ahead.

"Well, well. What do we have here?"

The voice came from directly behind you, smooth and playful. You spun around to find yourself face-to-face with the most striking man you'd ever seen. Tall, lean, with snow-white hair that seemed to defy gravity and dark sunglasses that hid his eyes despite being indoors at night.

"Gojo Satoru," he introduced himself with a lazy grin, hands casually tucked in his pockets. "And you're the new Grade 1 sorcerer I've been hearing about."

Heat rushed to your cheeks. The strongest sorcerer knew who you were?

"I—yes, I'm here for the curse," you stammered, trying to regain your composure. "Though I wasn't expecting company."

"Lucky for you, I was in the neighborhood." He stepped closer, and you caught a hint of his cologne—something expensive and intoxicating. "Mind if I watch? I'm curious to see what all the fuss is about."

Before you could respond, a grotesque shriek echoed through the mall. The curse had found you.

"Showtime," Gojo murmured, his grin widening.

The next few minutes were a blur of movement and energy. You threw yourself into the fight, your technique flowing as you'd trained for years. But you were acutely aware of Gojo's presence, watching your every move with an intensity that made your skin tingle.

When the curse finally dissolved into nothing, you were breathing hard, a thin sheen of sweat on your forehead.

"Impressive," Gojo said, and you could hear genuine appreciation in his voice. "Though you left yourself open on the left side. That could've been problematic against a smarter opponent."

"I'll keep that in mind," you replied, trying to ignore how his proximity made your heart race.

"Tell you what," he said, pulling off his sunglasses to reveal the most incredible blue eyes you'd ever seen—like looking into infinity itself. "Let me buy you dinner. We can discuss technique... among other things."

The way he said it, with that knowing smile and those impossibly blue eyes fixed on yours, made your breath catch.

"I'd like that," you heard yourself say.

"Perfect." He stepped even closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from his body. "I know just the place."

Chapter 2: Growing Closer

The restaurant Gojo chose was intimate and upscale, far removed from the usual post-mission convenience store runs you were used to. Soft lighting cast golden shadows across his sharp features as he sat across from you, sunglasses finally tucked away.

"So," he said, leaning back in his chair with characteristic confidence, "what made you want to become a sorcerer?"

You found yourself opening up in ways you hadn't expected, drawn in by his surprising attentiveness. Beneath the cocky exterior, Gojo listened—really listened—and asked thoughtful questions that showed he cared about more than just your technique.

"Your turn," you said after sharing your story. "What's it like being... well, you?"

His laugh was rich and genuine. "Lonely, sometimes," he admitted, his voice softer than you'd heard it before. "People either fear me or want something from me. It's rare to find someone who just... sees me."

The vulnerability in his admission made your chest tight. Without thinking, you reached across the table and covered his hand with yours. The contact sent electricity shooting up your arm.

Gojo stared down at your joined hands, his expression unreadable. When he looked up, there was something different in his eyes—something that made your pulse quicken.

"You're dangerous," he said quietly.

"Me? You're the strongest—"

"Not like that." His thumb traced across your knuckles, the simple touch making you shiver. "You make me want things I thought I'd given up on."

The air between you felt charged, heavy with possibility. You were acutely aware of everything—his hand warm under yours, the way his eyes seemed to see straight through you, the subtle tension in his shoulders.

"Maybe that's not such a bad thing," you whispered.

His smile was different this time—softer, more real. "Maybe not."

When he walked you home, he stopped at your door, standing closer than strictly necessary. The space between you hummed with unspoken desire.

"I had a good time tonight," he said, his voice low and intimate.

"So did I."

He reached up, fingertips barely grazing your cheek. The touch was feather-light but sent heat coursing through your entire body.

"Sweet dreams," he murmured, and then he was gone, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

Chapter 3: Tension Rising

The next few weeks blurred together in a haze of missions, stolen moments, and growing tension. Gojo seemed to appear wherever you were—offering assistance on difficult curses, bringing you coffee during late-night planning sessions, finding excuses to brush past you in the hallways of Jujutsu High.

Each interaction left you more breathless than the last.

"You're distracted," he observed during a sparring session, easily blocking your attack.

"I wonder why," you shot back, trying to ignore how his proximity affected you.

He caught your wrist mid-strike, using your momentum to spin you around until your back was pressed against his chest, his arm around your waist holding you still.

"Careful," he murmured against your ear, his breath warm on your neck. "A distracted sorcerer is a dead sorcerer."

You could feel the solid strength of his body behind you, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. The training room suddenly felt too warm, too small.

"Then stop distracting me," you managed to say.

His laugh rumbled through his chest. "Where's the fun in that?"

He released you, but not before his fingers trailed down your arm, leaving fire in their wake.

That evening, you found him on the roof of the school, looking out over the city. The moonlight turned his hair silver and cast sharp shadows across his face.

"Couldn't sleep either?" you asked, settling beside him.

"Too much on my mind." He glanced at you sideways. "Specifically, one thing."

Your heart stuttered. "Oh?"

"You know what you do to me," he said quietly, turning to face you fully. "The way you challenge me, make me laugh, see past all the power to who I really am underneath."

He reached out, cupping your face in his hands with infinite gentleness.

"I haven't felt this way about anyone in... maybe ever," he continued, his thumbs stroking across your cheekbones. "You scare me and excite me and make me feel more human than I have in years."

"Satoru," you breathed, your hands coming up to cover his.

"Tell me you feel it too," he whispered, leaning closer until his forehead rested against yours. "This thing between us."

"You know I do."

The space between you disappeared as he kissed you, soft and sweet at first, then deeper as you melted against him. His hands tangled in your hair while yours fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer.

When you finally broke apart, both breathing hard, his eyes were dark with want.

"Come home with me," he said against your lips, his voice rough with desire.

Your answer was another kiss, deeper than before, full of promise and need.

Chapter 4: Everything Changes

Gojo's apartment was a reflection of him—modern, elegant, and surprisingly warm. But you barely had time to take in the details before he was kissing you again, backing you against the closed door with gentle urgency.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his hands framing your face as he searched your eyes.

"I've never been more sure of anything," you replied honestly.

What followed was a night of whispered confessions and tender touches, of learning each other's bodies and souls with equal reverence. Gojo was gentle and passionate, attentive to your every reaction, making you feel cherished and desired in ways you'd never experienced.

Afterward, you lay tangled together in his bed, your head on his chest as his fingers traced lazy patterns on your bare shoulder.

"I love you," he said suddenly, the words quiet but certain.

You lifted your head to look at him, seeing your own feelings reflected in those infinite blue eyes.

"I love you too," you whispered back.

His smile was radiant, transforming his entire face. He pulled you up for another kiss, soft and full of promise.

"Good," he murmured against your lips. "Because I'm never letting you go."

As dawn broke over Tokyo, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold, you knew your life had changed forever. In Gojo's arms, you'd found not just love, but a partner who saw you, challenged you, and made you feel like the most precious thing in his world.

"What happens now?" you asked, tracing patterns on his chest.

"Now," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, "we face whatever comes next together. You and me against the world."

"I like the sound of that."

"Me too," he said, his voice full of contentment. "Me too."

The future stretched out before you, uncertain but bright with possibility. Whatever challenges lay ahead—curses, duties, the weight of the jujutsu world—you would face them together, bound by love and the infinite connection you'd found in each other's arms.

The End