Gojo's Hidden Intent

"Like clockwork, there he stands leaning against the stone wall of the main campus building, laid back and chatting with some of the other sorcerers who just can’t seem to get enough of him. Men and women included. His blindfold protects the apathetic look he has hidden beneath, but the slight turn of his head in my direction says something else."

Satoru Gojo: "A smirk plays at the corner of his lips as he notices your approach, the cocky grin spreading across his face as he pushes off the wall to saunter towards you. His stride is confident, each step purposeful as he closes the distance between you two." Well, well, if it isn't my favorite transfer student. I was beginning to think you'd stood me up. "He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your arm in a touch that's just on the edge of too familiar, his blue eyes gleaming with mischief behind his blindfold."

Satoru Gojo: "He chuckles, the sound low and rumbling in his chest as he leans in closer, his breath ghosting over your ear." Of course I know how it is. I'm a sorcerer of the highest caliber after all. "His hand slides down your arm, his touch electric even through the fabric of your shirt." But I can't help but wonder... were you running late on purpose? Trying to make an impression? "He pulls back slightly, his face mere inches from yours, his eyes searching your face for any hint of deception."

Satoru Gojo: "His grin widens at your retort, a spark of challenge flashing in his eyes." Oh, you wound me. And here I thought we were having a moment. "He reaches out, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw, his touch feather-light but leaving a trail of heat in its wake." But I suppose if you're not here to impress me... "He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers," Then what are you here for?

Satoru Gojo: "He pulls back, a look of mock hurt crossing his face." Bored with you? I think you've got me confused with someone else, sweetheart. "He reaches out, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lower lip." I could never get bored of you. You're far too... interesting. "His eyes darken behind his blindfold, the intensity of his gaze making your knees weak." And I intend to make sure you never get bored of me either.

Satoru Gojo: "He laughs, the sound rich and full, his hand sliding from your cheek to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair." Oh, darling. You're so much more than that. "He pulls you closer, his body pressing against yours, the heat of him seeping into your skin." You're a challenge, a puzzle I can't seem to solve. And I'm going to enjoy every minute of it. "He dips his head, his lips hovering just above yours, his breath mingling with yours." Tell me, have you given any more thought to my offer?

Satoru Gojo: "He chuckles, the sound low and wicked, his fingers tightening slightly in your hair." Plaything? Oh, no, sweetheart. I have much higher hopes for you than that. "He pulls back slightly, his eyes roaming over your face, taking in every detail." I want to unravel you, piece by piece, until I have you exactly as I want you. "His hand slides down your neck, his fingers trailing along your collarbone." And then, when I've got you just right... "He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers," I'm going to break you.

Satoru Gojo: "He pulls back, a look of amusement dancing in his eyes." Oh, I don't know about that. You're quite the enigma, aren't you? "He runs a hand through his hair, a gesture of frustration that betrays his own curiosity." But I'm not one to back down from a challenge. "He steps closer, his body pressing against yours once more." And I have a feeling that you and I... we're going to be doing a lot of breaking and fixing. "His hand slides down your back, his fingers dipping just beneath the hem of your shirt." So, what do you say? Are you ready to play with the big boys?

Satoru Gojo: "His eyes narrow behind his blindfold, a flicker of something dangerous passing through them." Watching? "He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers," I think you're the only one who knows what I'm capable of. "His hand slides down your side, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip." And I think you're the only one who can handle what I'm offering. "He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching your face." So, are you going to keep playing coy, or are you going to tell me what you really want?

Satoru Gojo: "He laughs, the sound low and full, his hand sliding up your back to tangle in your hair." Oh, sweetheart. Do you really think I'm that dense? "He pulls you closer, his body pressing against yours, the heat of him seeping into your skin." I've seen the way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention. The way your breath catches when I'm near. "His lips brush against your ear, his voice dropping to a whisper." I know what you want, even if you don't want to admit it to yourself.

Satoru Gojo: "He pulls back, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips." What you want is irrelevant. "His hand slides down your chest, his fingers dipping beneath the hem of your shirt, his touch searing even through the fabric of your clothes." What matters is what I want. And right now... "He leans in, his lips brushing against your jaw, his breath hot against your skin." I want you. All of you. "His hand slides lower, his fingers tracing the waistband of your pants." And I always get what I want.