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Gojo woke up to the sound of videos playing on a phone. Confused, he opened my eyes to find Y/N comfortably laid on me, her head resting on his chest. She was watching videos on Youtube, completely at ease.
"What are you doing?, he asked, his voice husky from sleep."
She looked up, her eyes meeting his with a playful glint.
"Just wasting time on Youtube.
– On top of me?, Satoru chuckled, enjoying the sight of her relaxed and carefree.
– Why not? You're surprisingly comfy, she grinned.
– Well, as long as you're comfortable, he laughed, wrapping an arm around her."
Right after, she turned her phone off and put it away to snuggle up to him. He couldn't restrain himself to kiss the top of her head. Y/N closed her eyes and they stayed like this for a moment.
"What are you planning to do today ?, Gojo asked softly.
– Nothing, Y/N mumbled. The HR called me, they told me to lay low for a few days. What happened with the Takeshi guy and now the dating rumours made them mad.
– Is that a joke ? They will not try to at least defend you against the sexist behaviour of that guy ?
– Nope, they suck, she sighed."
Y/N lazily rose from their cozy position, securing her hair in a bun.
A hand beside his head, even the slightest little thing she does, Gojo was admiring.
It was already too late to deny anything, he was enamoured.
"What are you looking at ?, she chuckled.
– You are beautiful, he confessed before laughing a little with soft voice."
Her smile widened and she shakes her head in disbelief. She murmured a "simp" and turned her back to Gojo. Y/N was ready to leave the living room but she felt a big pair of arms pulling her backwards.
"Ma'am, I didn't quite catch that. Care to repeat it ?, he teased and lowered his face to her neck to leave smooth kisses.
– You heard me well. You are a simp, Gojo Satoru, she laughed.
– Is it that bad ?, he asked innocently before nibbling the skin of her neck gently."
She didn't push him away; instead, Y/N found herself oddly amused by this spontaneous, affectionate gesture. Satoru hugged her even tighter, as if he were drawing some kind of strength from the closeness. His lips trailed from her neck to her shoulder, leaving a trail of soft kisses.
"Your skin is soft... he whispered.
– Yeah, and I need to shower so back it up mr. Loverboy, she rolled her eyes and pushed his face away with her hand."
Gojo free-ed her, eyes full of love.
"Wanna come somewhere with me tonight ?, she asked while tilting her head.
– Where ?
– You will see, she shrugged with an amused smile."
FEW HOURS LATER
📍In the middle of nowhere
! Put the song in the media on, for a better experience !
"Are you going to kill me and throw my dead body here ?, Gojo asked with a chuckle.
– No dummy, look ahead !, she laughed."
When Satoru raised his gaze, he finally noticed a crowd around a lot of expensive cars.
"We came to watch races !, Y/N beamed."
Satoru's eyes widened with surprise as he scanned the scene. The distant sound of revving engines filled the air, and the glow of headlights illuminated the makeshift racetrack in the middle of nowhere.
The sound of revving engines and the smell of burning rubber filled the air as they stepped into the clandestine racing scene. Y/N led Gojo to a spot where they could get a good view of the upcoming race.
"Ever been to one of these before?, she asked, her eyes shining with excitement.
– Nah, but I've always wanted to, Gojo replied, scanning the array of sleek cars lined up for the race. And you? You seem like a regular here."
Before Y/N could respond, someone swooped in from behind and scooped her up. Gojo tensed, his fists clenched, he was ready to separate them but he calmed down immediately when he realised that she was laughing out loud while the man holding her in his arms spun her around like a princess in the air.
"Sam stop that you brute !, she shouted admist her laughter."
Gojo looked at the scene quite perplexed. Once again, Y/N proved to him that she was the life of the party wherever she went. He wasn't jealous—okay, maybe a little. Jealousy was one of Gojo's faults, and he wasn't ashamed to admit it.
The guy named Sam was dark-skinned, muscular and tall... big enough to crash Gojo's head. He had long and black dreadlocks with blonde highlights. A scar marked his lips and eyebrows, giving him a rugged look. He looked older than Y/N and Gojo, maybe 35.
Satoru tried to relax his face when he finally put Y/N on the ground.
"You came accompanied bunny ?, Sam asked nodding towards Gojo.
– Yeah, a problem with that ?, she answered with a little smirk.
– A little, you know you're my sweet spot, Sam laughed."
As Y/N introduced Gojo to Sam, the atmosphere shifted. Sam, with his easygoing demeanor, shook Gojo's hand, sizing him up in a friendly yet challenging manner. Gojo reciprocated, maintaining his composure despite the mess he was feeling right now.
"Gojo, meet Sam. Old friend, Y/N grinned, sensing the mild tension. Sam, meet Gojo. He's... You can say he is my boy.
– Well, well. Y/N, that's definitely a first, Sam chuckled heartily."
Gojo felt a subtle shock at Y/N's words. For the first time, Y/N hadn't dismissed their relationship. She had, in fact, formalized it in a way he hadn't expected and it sent a jolt through him. His surprise was masked with a cool nod and a friendly smile, but inside, a storm of emotions stirred. Internally, he was screaming in victory. It felt like he had finally won over the girl of his dreams.
Deep down, the realization that Y/N had publicly acknowledged him had him walking on clouds, and he couldn't wipe the satisfied grin off his face. He didn't even noticed that Sam was gone and he was now alone with Y/N.
He grabbed her wrist gently to pull her towards him. Satoru was towering her by looking down on her yet, with a soft gaze. He let his hands slide into the back pockets of her low jeans.
"I am your boy now ?, he asked playfully.
– I am not dismissing the idea that there could be something real here, she said making him remember what he blamed her for the other night at her agency."
Gojo let out a laugh before leaning to her to kiss her forehead with the utmost care while she was putting her arms around his neck. She may have put an etiquette to their relationship, it was Gojo who felt weak like a puppy, it was Gojo who were completely down for her.
He was so enamoured right now that breathing was a little hard for him. She was intoxicating him.
"You gonna be the death of me Y/N L/N, he confessed with a low voice."
The crowd, the roar of engines and the thrill of the races surrounded them as Y/N and Gojo watched the speeding cars tear down the track. Y/N was completely engrossed in the spectacle, her eyes shining with excitement. Gojo couldn't help but appreciate the moment, not just for the races but for the fact that they were sharing it together.
Gojo couldn't help but be the fool in love, stealing glances at Y/N when she wasn't looking. The night seemed to stretch on, filled with laughter, shouts, and the occasional scream as a car drifted with precision.
"Hey, how about a little bet to spice things up?, he proposed suddenly with a grin.
– What kind of bet are we talking about, Gojo?, Y/N raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
– I win, you owe me a kiss. You win, name your prize, a playful smirk played on his lips.
– Alright, Gojo, you're on. But I warn you, I don't go easy on bet, she chuckled quite amused."
Just as the final race was about to begin, Gojo leaned in with a confident smile. "Get ready to pay up, Y/N."
But before the race could start, a sleek car pulled up beside them, the tires screeching as it came to a sudden halt. The window rolled down, revealing Geto inside.
"Well, well, what do we have here?, Geto's voice carried a sinister edge as he looked at Gojo and Y/N."
Gojo's grin faded as he registered Geto's presence. He couldn't forget the risky text he sent to his friend last night. Y/N's face lit up as she recognized Geto, and Gojo's unease grew.
"Y/N, glad you could make it. You even came with Gojo !, Geto flashed a charming smile.
– Yeah, I actually forgot to tell you about this but all this kind of races are organized by Geto, she said to Satoru's ear."
Gojo hadn't expected Geto's presence at all, and the realization that Y/N and Geto were friends caught him off guard.
"Are you participating tonight ?, Y/N asked to Geto.
– Of course, it's a little surprise for the crowd, Geto replied, his eyes glancing briefly at Gojo. How about joining me for this one? We could make it more interesting, he turned to Y/N with a sly grin.
– You know I am always up !, Y/N's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm."
Geto's car opened as he gestured her to join him. He was riding a Ferrari SF90 Spider. Y/N climbed into the passenger seat with an excited grin.
"What's the matter Satoru ? It looks like you've seen a ghost, Geto chuckled to tease him.
– Don't forget the bet babe, we gonna win this race !, shouted Y/N to Satoru.
– Go easy Suguru, warned Gojo but he already rolled up his window."
Geto, grinning mischievously, leaned over to Y/N and said something that made her laugh. Gojo's anxiety grew as he tried to decipher their interaction from a distance. He was hoping that Suguru would not fuck things up by talking about the bet they made.
He knew his friend. He knew how cunning he could be just for fun.
"You know Y/N... I am quite surprised that you came with Satoru tonight, Suguru started.
– We can say we are thing now, she shrugged.
– Nah because you know... The little game he played with you. It's pretty cool your forgave him for that, continued Geto nonchalantly.
– What... are you talking about ?, Y/N's expression shifted.
– Oh? You... You didn't know ? Oh my bad, I thought for a moment he... Ah, nevermind love, Suguru acted like he was sorry for a moment but he couldn't care less."
The engine's roar muffled their conversation, but Gojo, standing a bit away, noticed the change in Y/N's expression.
his guys!
it's been a while ik
my updates are very slow and i am sorry for that
but here we are, y/n know the bet finally but it's a little too late and gojo is already in love with her
what do you think she's going to do next ?