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sharpest tool - gojo satoru

inspired by "sharpest tool" by sabrina carpenter

INFO!

Gojo Satoru x Gn!reader

mentions: no use of y/n, situationship, gaslighting, cheating, no clear communication, lying, toxic!satoru, reader is a grade 1 sorcerer, use of “baby,” satoru is a bit ooc, minimal fluff, angst, reader sucks at making anything look delectable, flashbacks <3

word count: 1.8K

You swear your heart was once again cleaved in two when you hear of your freshly ex-boyfriend, Satoru, was indeed spotted leaving a past exes house. It had been two weeks since he left your apartment, furiously packing his expensive backpack with the various articles of clothing he left scattered across the abode.

two weeks ago

“Satoru, please!” You rushed to grab his jacket sleeve as he fussed it on.

He raised his arm, leaving your arm to fall to your side.

You clenched your fists at your side, a pleading look crossing over your face as he bore holes into you with uncharacteristic blue eyes.

“God, it's the same thing every time.” He raised a hand to his face, his pointer finger and thumb coming up to pinch the bridge of his slender nose. “You always do this.”

Nose crinkling in what you couldn’t tell was anger or sadness, you watched as he scoffed, removing his hand from his face to stare at you. “Call me once you finish working out whatever trust issues you have.”

With that… he left you looking defeated at the door, little reminders of him spread over your now, foreign feeling apartment.

The breakup was inevitable. Satoru was busy fighting curses, getting sent all over the world for weeks at a time. You were busy as well, focusing on the grade 1 curse’s that have been popping up more frequently throughout Japan.

You didn’t even know if you could call it a “breakup.” The two of you had been seeing each other exclusively for the past seven months yet there was never any clarification on what the two of you were considered. If you were his “significant other,” you had no idea. It’s not like he made any effort to actually ask you.

Satoru wasn't really the smartest tool in the shed, emotionally-wise. Put him in a warzone and he would have it cleared out in mere minutes. Yet when it came to you two, you coun't really say he was too clever. Claiming that he liked how casual the two of you were, that labels were typically overrated.

Satoru was as emotionally confused as they come, claiming his past ex had screwed him over so bad that opening up would be hard for him. Having your fair share of bad exes, you eagerly reassured him it would that everything would work out in the end.

You weren't entirely sure if his issue with your now-ended relationship was his inability to commit to you or just the mere subtle feelings you had about him lying about how he felt about his ex. He often turned his phone face down when he came over, claiming that he didn't want any distractions from his limited time with you yet you couldn't help the subtle feelings of distrust that lingered.

three months ago

"-then on my walk home, I got another call from Ijichi..." Your voice died off as you glanced at Satoru. Currently, the two of you were laying in your bed, curled up enjoying the little amount of quality time you had with each other. Satoru came to your apartment uncharacteristically early which was a great way to end the day.

When you had asked earlier why he was off so early, he shrugged. "My last appointment for the day was canceled so it looks like I'm yours for the night," he purred into your ear.

Noticing his inattention to your mundane story, you stared at Satoru until he noticed your silence. One of his arms were around you, rubbing small circles on your back while the other tapped on his leg. His face was tilted slightly towards his phone which faced upwards.

Your hand tapped on his thigh and he turned his head towards you, a small yet lazy smile slowly emerging on his face. "Then what happened, Baby?"

You hummed, narrowing your eyes at him teasingly before reaching for his phone. "What has you so distracted?"

He disregarded your joking manner and grabbed your hand in his, shaking his head quickly, "It's nothing, what were you saying?"

Your eyes glanced at his phone and noticing your gaze, he reached over and flipped his phone face down. "I'm just waiting for Nanami to text me back about our mission from today, its no big deal."

You gave a slight nod, your smile had long since faltered but you laced your hand with his, faking a smile while you continued talking about your day, choosing to overlook the fact that Nanami had been with you the entire day and never saw Satoru.

Satoru was usually pretty guarded, even after being with him for months at this point. In the past, you chose to overlook it. Letting him open up to you about things as time goes on but it felt like this relationship was going nowhere. Everything was at a standstill as if you were always the one expressing your feelings and talking about your day.

Although Satoru rarely opened up, it was the little things that really mattered. Him choosing to spend his nights with you when he is probably the most busy person around made you feel all warm inside. Being with him felt right, you couldn't even dare to think about any of your trashy exes when he was with you.

The apartment was cold when you arrived home from work the next day. It was a chilly fall day, with leaves littering the streets and sidewalks. The past two weeks had blended together. It was a new routine of leaving early in the morning, fighting curses or training all day, then returning late at night. Tonight was different, it was the only day you had where you got off somewhat early so you decided that you would treat yourself to a self-care night. It was a different kind of routine, one that kept you busy. The kind of busyness that kept someone from thinking of topics that plagued their mind.

Before, you would eagerly rush to your small apartment, baking any sweet treat recipe you scoured the internet for. You would wait hours for Satoru to reach your apartment. He always wanted to stay in your homey, quaint apartment rather than his skyrise penthouse that overlooked Tokyo. You always thought it was weird but you usually disregarded many things that Satoru did, writing it off as a quirky personality trait.

one month ago

You heard the door open from the kitchen and you peeked past the corner, seeing Satoru slipping off his shoes. Quickly, you rushed over to the counter top, rearranging the sweets for what had to be the tenth time.

“Baby? You up?”

His voice echoed throughout the small area of the apartment. You turned around as he entered the kitchen, covering the sweets while an even sweeter smile was painted on your face. Satoru was easily intrigued by your deliberate position to cover whatever was behind you. He wasn’t too surprised to see you up, you typically waited for him to get to your apartment when you knew he was staying over.

He tried to maneuver around you, slowly slipping his blindfold off in the process. His silky, white hair fell over his face, tickling his eyelids. You tilted your head to the side, teasingly blocking him from seeing whatever it was that you made this time. He raised an eyebrow at you, wiping his mouth at seeing your stare. He distracted you with a hug and glanced over you to see nothing other but what looked like a failed attempt at Kikufuku.

Satoru stepped back, his fingers trailing over his undercut as the scratched the back of his head. It was quiet for a beat before he bust into laughter. Confused, you stood there with your arms crossed over your chest. Satoru doubled over, his laughter never ceasing as he laughed. A sigh left your mouth, your foot tapping against the hardwood floor as you glared at him.

“I was trying to be artisitc,” you grumbled. At this, he laughed harder. This was not amusing. How could Kikufuku be this amusing to this man?

His laughter eventually died off and he stood straight again, his right hand coming to his face to wipe his mouth. Your eyes were narrowed at his audacity to laugh at you while you had been trying to do something nice for him!

“Im sorry, okay. Im sorry, but this is just,” He paused, a burst of laughter threatening to leave him again. “It’s just an interesting take on what looks like… Kikufuku? Am I right?”

You deadpanned, eye twitching just slightly to where it suddenly seemed like a good idea to throw something at him. “Yes, Satoru! Ugh, you are so frustrating.”

Satoru pulled you into a sideways hug, giving you a lazy grin, “It looks good!” Your eyes pierced him with a warning look. He chuckled, wiping his mouth before grabbing your face with both hands. Your eyebrows raised as you watched him do the same weird action for the third time. “Why do you keep doing that?” The words left your mouth out of pure curiosity.

“Doing what?” He tilted his head slightly to the side, hair falling over one of his eyes.

You reached up with a hand, brushing the piece of hair out of his eyes while scanning his face with eyes filled with suspect.

“You keep wiping your mouth.”

At your words, his eyes widened a fraction. It was barely noticeable. If you weren’t examining his face so closely, you would’ve missed it. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly before dropping his hands from your face. His hands rubbed your shoulders as he spoke, “I grabbed some dessert on the way home, I guess I keep thinking there’s crumbs on my face.”

Lying came easy to Satoru, it always had and probably always would. He just had to give a sweet smile and bat his thick, long eyelashes and he could get away with anything when it came to you.

You were quiet for a hot second before humming, eyes narrowing slightly before you jokingly questioned why he didn’t bring you any. The corners of his mouth tilted up and he pulled you into his chest, rocking the both of you back and forth slightly before gesturing to the dessert.

“Should I see if you were telling the truth about the Kikufuku?”

You groaned, collapsing onto the couch after slipping off your shoes and trudging into the apartment. It was a tad bit messy… which the plan was to clean last Tuesday yet exactly a week had passed and nothing of the sort was done yet. Your feet ached from walking around all day and you silently cursed yourself for wearing the worst shoes for the day you had. You were just about to get up and massage your aching soles when your phone dinged loudly from the coffee table. Sitting up, you grabbed the device, eyebrows furrowed as you read the notification.

You stared at the text from Satoru, a feeling of dread filling you but also a tiny sliver of hope as well. Your hand ran through your hair as you sighed, the apartment that reeked of him seemingly closing in at the unresolved feelings that stirred in your gut.

an: i fully believe in the satoru gojo loverboy agenda but im obsessed with this song rn so… sorry ! i kinda gave up on this but im just gonna blame it being the second week of school...

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sharpest tool - gojo satoru

inspired by "sharpest tool" by sabrina carpenter

INFO!

Gojo Satoru x Gn!reader

mentions: no use of y/n, situationship, gaslighting, cheating, no clear communication, lying, toxic!satoru, reader is a grade 1 sorcerer, use of “baby,” satoru is a bit ooc, minimal fluff, angst, reader sucks at making anything look delectable, flashbacks <3

word count: 1.8K

You swear your heart was once again cleaved in two when you hear of your freshly ex-boyfriend, Satoru, was indeed spotted leaving a past exes house. It had been two weeks since he left your apartment, furiously packing his expensive backpack with the various articles of clothing he left scattered across the abode.

two weeks ago

“Satoru, please!” You rushed to grab his jacket sleeve as he fussed it on.

He raised his arm, leaving your arm to fall to your side.

You clenched your fists at your side, a pleading look crossing over your face as he bore holes into you with uncharacteristic blue eyes.

“God, it's the same thing every time.” He raised a hand to his face, his pointer finger and thumb coming up to pinch the bridge of his slender nose. “You always do this.”

Nose crinkling in what you couldn’t tell was anger or sadness, you watched as he scoffed, removing his hand from his face to stare at you. “Call me once you finish working out whatever trust issues you have.”

With that… he left you looking defeated at the door, little reminders of him spread over your now, foreign feeling apartment.

The breakup was inevitable. Satoru was busy fighting curses, getting sent all over the world for weeks at a time. You were busy as well, focusing on the grade 1 curses that have been popping up more frequently throughout Japan.

You didn’t even know if you could call it a “breakup.” The two of you had been seeing each other exclusively for the past seven months yet there was never any clarification on what the two of you were. If you were his “significant other,” you had no idea. It’s not like he made any effort to actually ask you.

Satoru wasn't really the smartest tool in the shed, emotionally-wise. Put him in a warzone and he would have it cleared out in mere minutes. Yet when it came to you two, you coun't really say he was too clever. Claiming that he liked how casual the two of you were, that labels were typically overrated.

Satoru was as emotionally confused as they come, claiming his past ex had screwed him over so bad that opening up would be hard for him. Having your fair share of bad exes, you eagerly reassured him it would that everything would work out in the end.

You weren't entirely sure if his issue with your now-ended relationship was his inability to commit to you or just the mere subtle feelings you had about him lying about how he felt about his ex. He often turned his phone face down when he came over, claiming that he didn't want any distractions from his limited time with you yet you couldn't help the subtle feelings of distrust that lingered.

three months ago

"-then on my walk home, I got another call from Ijichi..." Your voice died off as you glanced at Satoru. Currently, the two of you were laying in your bed, curled up enjoying the little amount of quality time you had with each other. Satoru came to your apartment uncharacteristically early which was a great way to end the day.

When you had asked earlier why he was off so early, he shrugged. "My last appointment for the day was canceled so it looks like I'm yours for the night," he purred into your ear.

Noticing his inattention to your mundane story, you stared at Satoru until he noticed your silence. One of his arms were around you, rubbing small circles on your back while the other tapped on his leg. His face was tilted slightly towards his phone which faced upwards.

Your hand tapped on his thigh and he turned his head towards you, a small yet lazy smile slowly emerging on his face. "Then what happened, Baby?"

You hummed, narrowing your eyes at him teasingly before reaching for his phone. "What has you so distracted?"

He disregarded your joking manner and grabbed your hand in his, shaking his head quickly, "It's nothing, what were you saying?"

Your eyes glanced at his phone and noticing your gaze, he reached over and flipped his phone face down. "I'm just waiting for Nanami to text me back about our mission from today, its no big deal."

You gave a slight nod, your smile had long since faltered but you laced your hand with his, faking a smile while you continued talking about your day, choosing to overlook the fact that Nanami had been with you the entire day and never saw Satoru.

Satoru was usually pretty guarded, even after being with him for months at this point. In the past, you chose to overlook it. Letting him open up to you about things as time goes on but it felt like this relationship was going nowhere. Everything was at a standstill as if you were always the one expressing your feelings and talking about your day.

Although Satoru rarely opened up, it was the little things that really mattered. Him choosing to spend his nights with you when he is probably the most busy person around made you feel all warm inside. Being with him felt right, you couldn't even dare to think about any of your trashy exes when he was with you.

The apartment was cold when you arrived home from work the next day. It was a chilly fall day, with leaves littering the streets and sidewalks. The past two weeks had blended together. It was a new routine of leaving early in the morning, fighting curses or training all day, then returning late at night. Tonight was different, it was the only day you had where you got off somewhat early so you decided that you would treat yourself to a self-care night. It was a different kind of routine, one that kept you busy. The kind of busyness that kept someone from thinking of topics that plagued their mind.

Before, you would eagerly rush to your small apartment, baking any sweet treat recipe you scoured the internet for. You would wait hours for Satoru to reach your apartment. He always wanted to stay in your homey, quaint apartment rather than his skyrise penthouse that overlooked Tokyo. You always thought it was weird but you usually disregarded many things that Satoru did, writing it off as a quirky personality trait.

one month ago

You heard the door open from the kitchen and you peeked past the corner, seeing Satoru slipping off his shoes. Quickly, you rushed over to the counter top, rearranging the sweets for what had to be the tenth time.

“Baby? You up?”

His voice echoed throughout the small area of the apartment. You turned around as he entered the kitchen, covering the sweets while an even sweeter smile was painted on your face. Satoru was easily intrigued by your deliberate position to cover whatever was behind you. He wasn’t too surprised to see you up, you typically waited for him to get to your apartment when you knew he was staying over.

He tried to maneuver around you, slowly slipping his blindfold off in the process. His silky, white hair fell over his face, tickling his eyelids. You tilted your head to the side, teasingly blocking him from seeing whatever it was that you made this time. He raised an eyebrow at you, wiping his mouth at seeing your stare. He distracted you with a hug and glanced over you to see nothing other but what looked like a failed attempt at Kikufuku.

Satoru stepped back, his fingers trailing over his undercut as the scratched the back of his head. It was quiet for a beat before he bust into laughter. Confused, you stood there with your arms crossed over your chest. Satoru doubled over, his laughter never ceasing as he laughed. A sigh left your mouth, your foot tapping against the hardwood floor as you glared at him.

“I was trying to be artistic,” you grumbled. At this, he laughed harder. This was not amusing. How could Kikufuku be this amusing to this man?

His laughter eventually died off and he stood straight again, his right hand coming to his face to wipe his mouth. Your eyes were narrowed at his audacity to laugh at you while you had been trying to do something nice for him!

“Im sorry, okay. Im sorry, but this is just,” He paused, a burst of laughter threatening to leave him again. “It’s just an interesting take on what looks like… Kikufuku? Am I right?”

You deadpanned, eye twitching just slightly to where it suddenly seemed like a good idea to throw something at him. “Yes, Satoru! Ugh, you are so frustrating.”

Satoru pulled you into a sideways hug, giving you a lazy grin, “It looks good!” Your eyes pierced him with a warning look. He chuckled, wiping his mouth before grabbing your face with both hands. Your eyebrows raised as you watched him do the same weird action for the third time. “Why do you keep doing that?” The words left your mouth out of pure curiosity.

“Doing what?” He tilted his head slightly to the side, hair falling over one of his eyes.

You reached up with a hand, brushing the piece of hair out of his eyes while scanning his face with eyes filled with suspect.

“You keep wiping your mouth.”

At your words, his eyes widened a fraction. It was barely noticeable. If you weren’t examining his face so closely, you would’ve missed it. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly before dropping his hands from your face. His hands rubbed your shoulders as he spoke, “I grabbed some dessert on the way home, I guess I keep thinking there’s crumbs on my face.”

Lying came easy to Satoru, it always had and probably always would. He just had to give a sweet smile and bat his thick, long eyelashes and he could get away with anything when it came to you.

You were quiet for a hot second before humming, eyes narrowing slightly before you jokingly questioned why he didn’t bring you any. The corners of his mouth tilted up and he pulled you into his chest, rocking the both of you back and forth slightly before gesturing to the dessert.

“Should I see if you were telling the truth about the Kikufuku?”

You groaned, collapsing onto the couch after slipping off your shoes and trudging into the apartment. It was a tad bit messy… which the plan was to clean last Tuesday yet exactly a week had passed and nothing of the sort was done yet. Your feet ached from walking around all day and you silently cursed yourself for wearing the worst shoes for the day you had. You were just about to get up and massage your aching soles when your phone dinged loudly from the coffee table. Sitting up, you grabbed the device, eyebrows furrowed as you read the notification.

You stared at the text from Satoru, a feeling of dread filling you but also a tiny sliver of hope as well. Your hand ran through your hair as you sighed, the apartment that reeked of him seemingly closing in at the unresolved feelings that stirred in your gut.

an: i fully believe in the satoru gojo loverboy agenda but im obsessed with this song rn so… sorry ! i kinda gave up on this but im just gonna blame it being the second week of school...

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