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yeonayearns · 11 days ago

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Fists and Feathers

Art by: @_3aem on insta! Feat: Gojo Satoru

Pairing: Boxer!Gojo x Ballerina!reader

Synopsis: On your way to ballet practice, you stumbled upon a man—But oh it wasn’t just any man. You have bumped into Mr. Worldwide famous boxer, Gojo Satoru. You thought it was just a one time thing and there will be no more future encounters, but you were wrong.

word count: 5.5k words for this chapter.

Content: MDNI, fem!reader, no curses AU, smut, slow burn, detailed violence during boxing matches, blood, injuries, some fluff, Gojo calling reader some pet names, swearing, jealous Gojo (he hawt), mentions of Sukuna

a/n: This idea randomly just popped up in my head while i was writing on another fanfic! Thought it’ll be an interesting dynamic dontcha’ think? ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ I DID NOT PROOFREAD THIS.

Chapter one

You didn’t think your day would end up like this.

You had set multiple alarms to ensure you woke up on time, carefully adjusting your phone and clock the night before. Yet somehow, you managed to overslept and completely miss all the alarms! It’s hard to believe you could sleep through all that. You weren’t even particularly exhausted when you went to bed; you thought a solid night's rest would be refreshing! But now, you find yourself in a rush, going through the consequences of oversleeping. Panic sets in as you realize you’re running late, and the clock is ticking away your precious time.

You rushed everything, from brushing your teeth to packing the things you need for practice. Almost forgetting to pack your ballet attire. Having barely any time left, you stopped by a nearby cafe and ordered a cup of coffee.

You checked your phone on your way to the practice, only to see that you’ve got more than 20 missed calls from your friend in ballet class. Each getting more and more aggressive as you didn’t respond.

“Girl where are you? You’re supposed to be here at exactly 8:00 am!”

“Don’t tell me you overslept AGAIN!”

“Buzz buzz! Practice is about to start in 10 minutes! If you don’t come in time you own me 100 dollars!”

The messages from your friend made you chuckle as you read one by one, until that laughing stops and you looked at the time on your phone—it’s 7:50 am, you’re supposed to be there at 8:00 am!

“Ah fuck, I’m so doomed..” You said, immediately running to the studio now with full adrenaline rushing through your body.

As you hurried down the bustling sidewalk, the world around you seemed to blur with each hurried step. Suddenly, without warning, you crashed into a tall figure, the impact sending your drink flying. The hot liquid splattered across his crisp white shirt, creating a large dark stain that contrasted sharply against his shirt.

You froze for a moment, your heart racing as shock washed over you. Realizing the extent of the mess, you quickly dropped the cup and began frantically patting at the stain, your fingers moving in a flurry of activity as you muttered apologies.

“Jeez I’m so clumsy, I’m so sorry! I’ll pay for it I—“

“No need to overreact, gorgeous,” the man said with a grin. “It’s just a t-shirt; buying 100 of them barely puts a dent in my bank account anyways.”

You looked up in disbelief, your heart racing as you processed the reality of the situation. Standing before you, with his striking blue eyes and tousled white hair, was none other than Gojo Satoru—Mr. Worldwide famous, the boxer known for his incredible skills in the ring and his charm outside of it. It felt surreal to begin with.

“S—Still I’m really sorry for the shirt! I hope the coffee didn’t hurt you since it was still very hot.”

With a slight desperation, you rummaged through your wallet, your fingers brushing against the various bills and cards until you found a crisp fifty-dollar bill. Without a second thought, you pressed it into his hand and took off, heart racing as you dashed away.

Meanwhile, Gojo remained frozen on the spot, his mind awash in confusion as he tried to make sense of the odd encounter. After a moment, he glanced down at the bill resting in his palm, its vibrant colors contrasting with the muted tones of the bustling street around him.

“Huh, what a strange girl,” he murmured, a soft smile curling on his lips. He shook his head, a mixture of amusement and intrigue flickering in his eyes as he watched you disappear into the distance, your figure growing smaller but your impact lingering in the air.

“Now then, where was I supposed to go?” He tucked the 50 dollar bill safely in his wallet.

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8:00 pm, you finally arrived at the studio, already sweaty and panting from all the running and the embarrassment on what you just encountered. Your friend immediately ran towards you, aggressively shaking you.

“Girl, i thought you weren’t gonna make it in time! What happened? And why are you so exhausted already? You’re sweating so much that it could fill buckets!”

You took a few minutes to regulate your breathing before explaining what just happened to you.

“I overslept and didn’t have time to make breakfast, so I stopped by a cafe to order coffee and started walking to the studio. I realized I was running out of time and started speeding my way to get on time.”

“So that’s it right?”

“Jeez I wish, I accidentally bumped into someone and spilled my coffee on his shirt—but it wasn’t just any ordinary person..I spilled my drink onto the Gojo Satoru!”

“You spilled your drink onto the GOJO SATOR—Hmm—hmm!”

“Hushh!—Everyone can hear you! I don’t want them to find out that I embarrassed myself infront of the great Gojo Satoru!” You covered her mouth, shutting her loud ass mouth from letting the whole people in the studio hear it.

“Okay, okay, fine I’ll keep it down! Now, how did Gojo react to you spilling your drink on his shirt? He must’ve been furious or something.”

“Actually he was quite calm with it..I’m not sure if he kept it cool so he wouldn’t appear aggressive or mean, but I don’t think it’s like that.”

Your friend was shocked, Gojo not mad about his shirt getting ruined? “What?! He should at least make you pay for his shirt, right?”

“Welll about that..he insisted that I shouldn’t pay for it since he said it was a cheap one.”

“Well you’re lucky today! Cause if you’ve ruined something expensive then you’ll be paying thousands and thousands of dollars!”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t make you pay for that much to be honest, but yeah, I am lucky that I didn’t ruin anything expensive.”

“Indeed, now let’s go practice before we’ll get headbutted by our other friends!”

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As you slipped into your attire, the room around you was filled with the sounds of rustling and faint chatter, but your mind was consumed by earlier events. You couldn’t shake the embarrassment of what had happened. You thought back to the moment of collision. The two of you had been moving in different directions, and before you knew it, you had crashed into him. The way his eyes widened in surprise flashed in your mind like a red stop sign, and your heart felt super guilt as the image of his shirt, now forever stained, invaded your thoughts.

“What was I thinking?” you berated yourself. “Seriously, I can’t believe I just did that!”

You could almost feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you recalled his reaction. Sure he was nonchalant and calm about it, but it still got to you. “What if that was one of his favorite shirts?” you questioned, anxiety bubbling up inside you. The thought of him recounting this mortifying incident during an interview, sharing it as a comical anecdote about the weirdest fan encounters, made you cringe even more.

“I’m doomed,” you sighed, burying your face in your hands for a brief moment.

As the practice session began, the usual excitement and adrenaline were replaced by a cloud of distraction. You attempted to warm up, your muscles stretching and shifting in routine motions, but your mind kept drifting back to that embarrassing moment. You couldn’t focus, thoughts spiraling through your mind like a relentless storm. Over and over, you found yourself replaying the incident, your internal monologue a chaotic loop of regret and humiliation.

“Just concentrate,” you urged yourself, but the echoes of that encounter, the anxiety of facing him again, and the fear of what he might say gnawed at you, making it impossible to find peace in the familiar rhythm of practice. You felt a sinking sensation, knowing that until you could shake off the memory, nothing else would matter.

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As soon as you stepped through the door of your home after practice, a wave of exhaustion washed over you. You dropped your bag by the bedroom door. Without a second thought, you collapsed onto your bed, burying your face in your pillows.

With your legs kicking in frustration, you let out a muffled scream—part anger, part embarrassment. The scene replayed in your mind like a twisted highlight reel, reminding you of the moment you had accidentally ruined his shirt in front of everyone. The humiliation felt suffocating; knowing that not only did you make a scene, but also that the onlookers had likely been gossiping about it ever since.

To make matters worse, the paparazzi had been lurking nearby, capturing every mortifying second. You could almost hear the click of their cameras as they immortalized your blunder for all to see. The thought of it made your face flush with shame, and you buried your head deeper into the softness of the pillows, wishing you could disappear completely.

“Gosh, I’m so stupid..” you muttered to yourself, shaking your head in exasperation. The weight of the day pressed heavily on your mind, and you decided that maybe a good night's sleep was just what you needed to clear your thoughts. You tugged the blankets up around your shoulders, adjusting the pillows to create a cozy nest, as the soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm light in the room.

But then..

Ring, ring!

Your phone rang. Is it one of your friends? Why is she calling you at this hour? Normally all of you rest after a good day of practice.

So you answered her call, still a bit irritated from your cozy time getting interrupted, you answered the phone grumpily.

You sighed, “Hello?…what’s wrong this time?”

“OH EM GEE! Girl haven’t you heard what the ballet master announced just now?!” She yelled through the phone, it sounds like she was freaking out like crazy.

“Uhm…no I haven’t..What did he announce?”

“He announced that there will be a special guest during our final performance tomorrow!”

“And who could that b—“ You questioned, but got cut off immediately by her.

“THE GOJO SATORU! Don’t believe me? Check the group chat! Mr. Gojo texted our ballet master asking if he could watch tomorrow!”

Time froze just as she finished what she was saying, Gojo, gonna watch the performance tomorrow? Is he insane?!

You let out a disbelieving laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. “Hahaha! No way, you’ve got to be joking! There’s no way he would do that…” Just as you were doubting, yoh checked the group chat, the screen lighting up with an array of messages and images.

As you scrolled through the conversation, it slowly dawned on you that it was all true. The ballet master had shared screenshots of his exchange with Gojo, and one by one, you read through each of them.

“Still..I don’t get it, why does he wanna watch a simple ballet performance? Doesn't he wanna get stronger for the next boxing match?”

“I don’t know either, but that’s just a motivation for us to make more effort during the performance! Who knows..maybe he’s there because he finds one of us gorgeous..eek I bet it’s me!”

You sighed and rolled your eyes by her comment, “Who’s been over feeding your ego and confidence lately?” You then ended the call right there, because you knew she was gonna start being delusional and you didn’t wanna listen to everything she would say that’s not true.

But one question continued to stay in mind, why is he gonna watch tomorrow? You all weren’t that famous for him to stand out from the crowd, and yet he still chose your group.

“Whatever is his reason, I hope he won’t recognize me tomorrow..it would be so awkward if he recognizes me..” You said, getting comfortable in bed before turning off the lights. You stared at the celling before dozing off a few minutes later.

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After weeks filled with endless training and countless practice sessions, the day of the final performance had finally arrived. You could feel the mix of excitement and anxiety coursing through your veins, a sensation that lingered in the air. As you stood backstage, the hum of voices and soft music provided a comforting backdrop to your nerves.

You slipped into your costume, a shimmering light blue ballet attire that sparkled under the warm backstage lights. The fabric felt smooth against your skin, each delicate detail enhancing the anticipation you felt for the show ahead. Once dressed, you took a seat at a small vanity, where someone was styling your hair and applying your makeup. You sat still, occasionally glancing at your reflection, feeling both nervous and excited about how you would present yourself on stage.

While waiting for the finishing touches, you distracted yourself by scrolling through your phone, checking messages and photos from rehearsals. Just then, a notification popped up in the group chat from the ballet master. You read the announcement, it said that Mr. Gojo had arrived to watch the performance and was currently seated in the guests’ area.

A wave of anxiety washed over you as you finished reading his announcement. The realization hit you hard: he’s actually going to be watching the performance in person! The thought of him sitting there, witnessing every graceful thing and every movement, sent your heart racing. You could hardly believe it; he’s really going to be there, right in the crowd! The pressure mounted as you imagined all the eyes on you, especially his, and a mix of excitement and nerves churned in your stomach.

At last, the moment arrived when your group was called to take the stage, the air buzzing with anticipation as the last touches were applied to your costumes. You took a deep breath, your heart racing slightly with a mix of excitement and nerves, before walking to your designated position in the dance.

The music began—a soft, enchanting melody that filled the auditorium, setting a graceful tone for the performance as you and your group stepped onto the stage one by one, each showcasing their own unique entrance.

This time, the spotlight shone directly on you, illuminating your path as you became the focal point of the audience's attention. With measured confidence, you took a step forward, embracing the moment. You moved effortlessly into a series of ballet moves, executing an elegant arabesque that stretched your body into a perfect line, followed by a fluid piqué that brought you closer to the edge of the stage. Each movement was executed with precision, the years of training culminating in this singular performance.

Although you maintained keeping your graceful character, you couldn't shake the feeling of an intense gaze penetrating through the soft glow of the lights.

It was a familiar presence, one that sent a surge of adrenaline through you. You instinctively knew who that sharp and intense gaze was coming from.

He sat amongst the crowd, his arms folded across his chest, watching intently as he absorbed every move of your performance. Each shift in your posture, every flicker of emotion, was met with a thoughtful “hm” of approval escaping his lips, followed by a slow nod of his head that signaled his appreciation.

He was supposed to be at the boxing ring, having a revenge match, and yet he found this moment infinitely more engaging, relishing the authenticity of the scene unfolding before him. In the vibrant energy of the crowd, he discovered a thrill that far surpassed the repetitive clang of gloves and the cold sweat of the ring.

As the final performance ended and you made your signature move for the last time, the audience erupted into a chorus of applause and cheers, a thunderous appreciation that filled the air. You and your group bowed together, the feeling of relief as you turned to face the crowd one last time, waving goodbye to the crowd.

A wave of relief washed over you as you stepped off the stage, finally free from the weight of his piercing gaze that had seemingly followed you throughout the entire performance. It felt as though each glance was like a dagger, sharp and intense, stealing your focus and making it difficult to fully immerse yourself in the dance.

Once backstage, you were granted a brief reprieve, a few precious minutes to catch your breath and revel in the afterglow of your hard work. It wasn't long, however, before the ballet master made his way to you and your group, his face beaming with a mix of pride and admiration as he congratulated everyone on a job well done. His presence was always commanding, but today he seemed more animated than usual, the excitement palpable as he praised your collective efforts.

Yet, there was something more to his visit than just congratulating. The ballet master suddenly turned his attention solely to you, his expression shifting to one of seriousness. He requested a private conversation, and after a moment’s hesitation, you agreed, curiosity piqued. He led you to a quiet corner of the backstage area where the noise of the audience faded into the background, creating an intimate space for the two of you.

“You were AMAZING today,” he began, his voice low and encouraging. “You had everyone’s jaws dropping, especially Gojo’s.” His mention of Gojo sent a jolt through you—your mind racing. The ballet master paused, gauging your reaction, then continued, “Oh, and speaking of Gojo… he’s been asking to speak with you, privately.”

The unexpected news left you utterly taken aback. First, he had shown up to watch your performance. Second, it became clear he had been watching you intently throughout. And now, he wanted to talk to you? What is happening to your life right now?!

He...wants to talk to me? Of all the people he could choose from? But why?” You felt a swirl of confusion and disbelief flooding your mind.

“I can’t say for certain,” He replied, glancing at the clock on the wall. “But you’ll have to find out for yourself. Don’t waste any more time—he doesn’t have all day.”

You took a deep breath and nodded, trying to steady your racing heart as you began to walk towards the designated spot. Each step made you feel more and more nervous, the tension in your stomach twisted tighter. The fact that a famous boxer, wanted to have a private conversation with you sent a wave of anxiety coursing through your veins.

What could he possibly want to discuss? The thought raced through your mind unbidden. Had he recognize you from before? Images of that encounter flooded your thoughts, and you felt a flush of embarrassment creep up your cheeks.

Oh God, please don’t let it be that! Anything but that stupid encounter! You couldn't shake off the feeling that this moment could change everything, and with each passing second, the anticipation twisted into a knot of unease that settled heavy in your chest.

Once you went outside, you saw dozens of paparazzi surrounding someone, and you knew that was him getting surrounded by them. Jeez, must be hard dealing with crazy paparazzi and fans every single day.

As the crowd continued to surround him, he caught a glimpse of you from the corner of his eye. With subtle movements, he signaled for you to move to the bathroom, hoping to escape the chaotic crowd. It was clear he wanted a moment alone to talk.

Understanding him, you made your way to the bathroom until you finally reached it. Once inside, you paused for a moment, taking in the quiet that contrasted sharply with the noise outside. He can he handle all that? You would’ve go insane if you were him.

After a few minutes, the door creaked open, and a figure stepped in, his face mostly covered by a face mask and hat. It was obviously a disguise.

With ease, he lowered his face mask, then peeled off his black cap, and finally removed his sunglasses in one fluid motion. When he revealed his identity, your heart raced. There, standing before you, was none other than the famous Gojo Satoru—the same exact person who seemed to desire a private conversation with you.

His striking white hair framed his angular face, and his bright blue eyes sparkled with mischief and charm. You found yourself momentarily speechless, overwhelmed by his presence. There was an undeniable charisma about him, and you couldn't ignore how incredibly handsome he was.

“Ah, ah, what’s up? No need to stay frozen forever, little dove,” he said with a playful grin. You blinked just once, and then suddenly—he closed the gap between you, his face now mere centimeters from yours, his breath warm against your skin.

You instinctively brought your hands up to create distance, gently pushing his face away as you backed off slightly. Laughter escaped your lips, tinged with nervousness, your cheeks flushed. Why was he so close for?!

“O—Oh! Yeah, I know that…” you stuttered, trying to regain your composure amidst the whirlwind of emotions.

“Oh yeah! Right..why did you wanna talk to me?” You got straight to the point. You just wanna get out of here and scream in your pillows out of embarrassment.

“Straight to the point huh? Well, I just wanted to say that your performance was utterly amazing. That’s a nice way to avenge my shirt.” He grinned, that stupid genuine crooked grin..

“W—What?! I mean uhm..I wasn’t the one who spilled a drink on your shirt! Probably got the wrong person..” You tried to deny, flailing your arms and you tried to act dumb, knowing full well that he wasn’t gonna believe your silly act.

“Don’t act dumb, dove, I still recognize you from before.”

“Okay, okay, you got me! But you weren’t bothered by it, so what’s the big deal?”

“Nothing, actually, I just wanted to return the 50 dollar bill you gave me yesterday.” He said, pulling out the same crumpled 50 dollar bill.

”Ehh? You wanted to talk to me just for that..?” You raised an eyebrow, you were worrying about nothing this whole time!

“No scolding, no anger..?” You continued, tilting your head as you hesitantly took back the bill.

“Pff..who would be mad over a ruined shirt? It’s not like it’s the only one I have in my closet. I mostly just go around the house shirtless.” He bragged.

“That last part wasn’t necessary by the way..”

“Yeah I know, just wanted to say it.” He smirked. “You still gotta repay me somehow, paying for the shirt is so plain.”

“And how should I pay back the thing that I did?”

“It’s simple! You can treat me to a meal or drink..a cafe sounds good..” He rubbed his chin as he started babbling ideas.

“A meal or drink? Can’t you afford like..dozens of those?”

“You’re right, but I wanted to get to know you more, soo why not get a drink together at the cafe?”

“I’d love to but..won’t the people go nuts again if they saw you in the cafe, especially with another girl?”

“That’s not a problem, wanna know why? Because I have my own private cafe with professional baristas and everything. I usually stay there after a match to relax.”

“Really? You’d let me go there?!” Your jaw dropped and your eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Of course, so you’re down for it or what?”

“Hell yeah! But..don’t you have a boxing match with Sukuna tomorrow?”

“I do, but that’s not gonna be a problem as well. You can watch the match tomorrow, in the meantime..why not exchange numbers to text each other?” He pulled out his phone, typing the password before opening the contacts app.

“Exchange numbers..? Okay then.” You smiled softly and also gave your phone to him as you took his.

After exchanging phone numbers, the two of you engaged in some light-hearted conversation, sharing a few laughs. Eventually, as the sun began to set, casting a warm glow around you, you both realized it was time to say goodbye—for now. With a promise to text each other later, you parted ways—for now.

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It was currently 9:30 pm, you’ve just finished changing into your pajamas and doing your skincare. That’s when you got a notification, it was Gojo! The message was:

“Finally I found your contact, took me minutes to find you through my contacts because you didn’t put your name on there. (-᷅_-᷄๑)”

The message brought a smile to your face and a small chuckle escaped your lips. Is this truly how the strong famous boxer texts? You replied to him:

“My bad, I forgot to label my name there. I’m surprised how you managed to guess!”

“Gave me a headache ya know? I got quite the embarrassment while looking for your contact..had to text multiple people in my contacts with no name as well..”

“Oh really? And what did they say?”

“They got really confused, some were just freaking out that I texted them and thought that I was gonna giveaway some gold bar to them or sell them tickets to VIP seating.. (¬_¬)”

That message got you laughing, you found it funny how some people thought that he was gonna pull a random giveaway just like a famous youtuber.

“Ahahaha for real?! They thought you were gonna give them a suitcase filled with money like those youtube videos?”

“Pffft yeah…they got too excited and started spamming my notifications..had to block them..”

He then continued, “So moving on..what are you doing right now? It’s pretty late at night.”

“Oh, I just finished changing into my pajamas and was about to head right to bed until you suddenly texted me.”

“Ah so I interrupted you from going to sleep? My apologies then! ( ；´Д｀)”

“There’s no need to say sorry, Gojo! It’s not like I was even that sleepy or anything.”

“Alright then..also..call me Satoru! People rarely call me by my first name..Gojo this..Gojo that..Should start saying my first name..”

“As you wish then..Satoru..”

“That’s the spirit! I don’t wanna keep you awake for too long, so I’ll get straight to the point—You should arrive before the match starts..don’t wanna be late and waste your front seat right?”

Your eyes widened in shock, you can have the front seat?! This is too good to be true, “Got it..i promise I’ll get there by 8:00 am.”

“Alright then, don’t run late again and spill your drink on someone else’s shirt okay? Night night! (^_−)−☆”

As soon as the notification came through, his active status on your messaging app turned a dull shade of grey, signaling that he was offline. With a heavy sigh, you set your phone down gently on the wooden surface of your desk. Your gaze drifted upward to the ceiling, your mind was racing with thoughts and emotions that felt almost too overwhelming to grasp.

Tomorrow was gonna be a chaotic day – you were going to witness him step into the ring against the renowned boxer Ryomen Sukuna, a name that sent shivers through the boxing community. The excitement of the upcoming match sent jolts of adrenaline through you, but it was the promise of heading to his private café afterward that had your heart racing even more. It felt surreal to be honest. The quiet moments you would share following the chaos of the fight lingered in your mind, a warm contrast to the impending action.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that so much to unfold in just twenty-four hours. Every scenario played out like a movie reel in your head, each thought amplifying your anxiety and excitement. It kept you tossing and turning in your bed as you tried to sleep.

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The annoying beeping sound of your alarm clock jolted you awake, piercing through the haze of barely any sleep you had managed to scrape together. You rubbed your eyes, the weight of tiredness pressing down on you as you fought the urge to sink back into the comfort of your bed, which almost made you give up. With a sigh, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and pushed yourself up.

The cool air hit your skin as you padded to the bathroom, where the warm, cascading water of the shower offered much to wake you up. As the steam enveloped you, the warmth worked its magic, easing some of the tension from your shoulders and helping to wash away the remnants of sleep. After what felt like an age spent under the soothing flow, you finally stepped out and dried off, feeling a bit more alert.

Choosing your outfit for the day, you reached for a simple, white shirt, pairing it with sleek black pants that added a touch of effortless to your look. The ensemble was understated yet polished, perfect for whatever the day might throw at you.

By the time the clock struck 7:30 am, your phone buzzed with a familiar ping. It was Gojo again, checking in:

“Don’t keep me waiting, dove..hope to see you in the crowd in a few minutes! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)”

You sighed and shook your head, those emojis are really making his chatting style unique and silly in its own way. You finished eating the toast and made your way to the building the boxing match will take place in.

You managed to arrive on time, squeezing through the crowd to sit down at your designated seat. You’re lucky that you got a seat to the front, all thanks to him.

After waiting for a few minutes, you saw Gojo making his way inside the ring, along with Sukuna, his opponent for the match. Gojo immediately caught your eye, he was wearing his boxing gloves and navy blue shorts. He was already pretty sweaty, probably was warming up before the match started.

The referee stood in the center of the arena, his gaze sweeping over the crowd before he raised the whistle to his lips. After a tense few minutes of anticipation, he finally blew the whistle, signaling the official start of the game. A wave of excitement surged through you as you cheered for Gojo, your heart filled with hope that he could emerge victorious against Sukuna, who was also strong.

Each time Gojo took a hit, you flinched, your pulse quickening in response to the intensity of the match. You felt a knot of anxiety tighten in your stomach, making it almost unbearable to watch the fierce exchanges unfolding in front of you. The stakes felt incredibly high, and every blow landed sent a shockwave of worry through you, leaving you torn between the desire to support Gojo and the impulse to look away from the brutal match.

As the final rounds ticked away, the intensity of the boxing match reached its peak. The atmosphere was tense, the crowd roaring with anticipation. You glanced over at Gojo, his body covered in bruises. He was bent forward, chest heaving as he gasped for breath, the sweat glistening on his forehead under the bright lights of the venue.

Finally, the referee stepped forward, his expression grave yet authoritative. With a decisive motion, he raised Gojo's hand high above his head. The moment felt suspended in time as the crowd erupted into cheers, full of excitement and relief echoing all around. Gojo had done it—against all odds, he had won! The validation of his hard work and determination washed over you as you watched him bask in the glory of victory, a smile breaking through the exhaustion plastered on his face. He had won; he had actually won!

As the medical team started treating him, you felt a surge of excitement as you made your way towards him. You wanted to share your congratulations on his impressive victory in the match.

Just as you were about to reach him, you were jolted out of your thoughts when someone abruptly bumped into you. Startled, you looked up, and to your surprise, you found yourself face-to-face with Sukuna, the same guy Gojo fought with just now. His intense gaze right at you, and the tension in the air shifted as you processed who he was. Your mind raced, why do you keep bumping into men?!

“Watch where you’re going, my body is still sore, brat.” He said, quite annoyed at you.

“Oh I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to purposely bump into you! Did I hit some of your injuries? Like here?” You instinctively started apologizing while trying to make sure you didn’t make his injuries worse, putting your hands on his body.

As you were doing that, Gojo finished getting all bandaged up. He was looking around the venue, and saw you, but you weren’t alone. You were interacting with a guy, what’s worse is it was his fellow long time opponent. Ryomen Sukuna.

The water bottle he was holding was crunched brutally with his grip intensing.

Fuck, what is he feeling right now? Is this—

—Jealousy?

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