We continued walking in silence, and soon we reached my dorm building. I unlocked the door and led him inside. The familiar surroundings of my room brought a sense of calm, but my heart was still racing from the encounter with Sukuna.

I gestured for Gojo to sit on the small couch near the window, and I took a seat opposite him. For a moment, neither of us spoke. I could feel his eyes on me, waiting patiently for me to begin.

Taking a deep breath, I started. 

"Sukuna... he was my ex-boyfriend."

Gojo's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Your ex? He doesn't seem like the kind of guy you'd go for."

I let out a bitter laugh. "Yeah, well, people change. Or maybe I was just blind to who he really was."

I fell silent, the silence between us now charged with unspoken questions. 

Finally, Gojo spoke again, his tone gentle but insistent. "What happened between you two?"

I hesitated, the memories of my time with Sukuna painful and raw. But something about Gojo's presence made me want to open up, to share the burden I had been carrying for so long. Taking a deep breath, I began to speak.

"We were together for a while," I said slowly. "At first, everything seemed perfect. He was charming, attentive, and I thought he really loved me. But as time went on, I started to see a different side of him. He became possessive, controlling, and... violent."

Gojo's jaw tightened, his eyes darkening with anger. "Did he hurt you?"

I nodded, unable to meet his gaze. "Yes, he did. Both emotionally and physically. I tried to break up with him, but he wouldn't let me go. He always found a way to manipulate me, to make me feel like I was the one at fault."

Gojo's hand clenched into a fist, tightening with every passing second. "How did you finally get away from him?"

I swallowed hard, the memories of that day still fresh in my mind. 

"I found out he was cheating on me. It was the final straw. I confronted him, and he... he lost it. He said I belonged to him, that no one else could have me. I managed to get away and cut off all contact, but it wasn't easy. He kept trying to get back into my life, and today... today was the...." 

I swallowed hard again, "...second time I've seen him in months."

Gojo's expression was a mix of anger and concern. "Second time?! Means that he appeared before today too? Why didn't you tell me before?"

I shrugged, feeling a wave of shame wash over me. "I was scared. And embarrassed. I didn't want to seem weak."

Gojo stood up and walked towards me then kneeled down before me and gazed into my eyes, his eyes intense. 

"You're not weak, (Y/N). You're one of the strongest people I know. Don't ever let anyone make you feel otherwise."

His words brought a lump to my throat, and I nodded, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. 

"Thank you, Gojo."

He gave me a reassuring smile. "Anytime, troublemaker. So, what are we going to do about Sukuna?"

I sighed, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on me. "I don't know. He's dangerous, and I don't want anyone else to get hurt because of me."

Gojo's expression softened, and he moved to sit beside me, taking my hand in his. "We'll figure it out together, okay? You're not alone in this."

I felt a surge of gratitude and something else—something warmer and more comforting—towards Gojo. He had always been there for me, even when I didn't realize I needed him.

::.............................................::

As the evening grew darker, the weight of our conversation about Sukuna still lingered in the air. Gojo seemed to sense the lingering tension and took a deep breath, his usual charismatic smile returning to his face.

"Hey, let's lighten the mood a bit," he suggested, standing up and stretching. "It's been a heavy day."

I nodded, grateful for the change in tone. "Yeah, that sounds good."

Gojo walked over to the small stereo on my desk and started fiddling with it until soft, soothing music began to play. He turned back to me with a grin. "Dance with me?"

I blinked, surprised by the sudden request. "Dance? Here?"

He nodded, extending his hand. "Why not? It's just us."

I hesitated for a moment before taking his hand. He pulled me up gently and led me to the center of the room. We swayed to the soft music, his hands resting comfortably on my waist while mine found their way to his shoulders.

"You're really good at this," I said, trying to keep the conversation light.

"Thanks," he replied with a chuckle. "I've had some practice."

We moved slowly, the rhythm of the music guiding us. As we danced, Gojo's gaze never left mine. There was something intense and comforting in his eyes, and I felt myself relaxing into the moment.

After a few minutes, he pulled me closer, his breath warm against my ear. "You're safe with me, (Y/N). Always."

A shiver ran down my spine at his words, and I looked up at him, my heart pounding. "I know," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

The warmth of his arm around me and the steady rhythm of his breathing helped ease some of the lingering anxiety.

He gently tilted my chin up with his finger, making me look into his deep blue eyes. There was something there, a softness I hadn't seen before. 

"You know, you mean a lot to me. I don't know when I came to care for you so much, but, here I am, at your mercy." he said quietly, his gaze never leaving mine.

I felt my heart skip a beat. "Gojo, I..."

Before I could finish, he leaned in, pressing his lips to mine in a gentle kiss. It was different from the heated moments we'd shared before; this kiss was soft, tender, and filled with unspoken emotions. His lips moved against mine slowly, almost hesitantly, as if he was exploring new territory.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against mine, his breath warm against my skin. 

"What are we, (Y/N)?" he murmured. "I don't know what to call this...us."

I was at a loss for words. My mind was a whirlwind of confusion and emotions. 

"I...I don't know, Gojo. It's all so confusing."

He hugged me tightly, his arms enveloping me in a cocoon of safety and warmth. "It's okay. We don't have to figure it out right now. Let's just...be here, together."

The steady beat of his heart against my cheek was oddly comforting. We stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, the silence between us speaking volumes.

Gojo's hand began to move, tracing gentle patterns on my back. Each touch sent shivers down my spine, and I found myself wanting more of his closeness, even though it scared me. He leaned back slightly, his hand moving to cup my cheek.

"You deserve to feel loved, (Y/N)," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear, sending a tingling sensation through my body. "I want to be the one who makes you feel that way."

His words left me breathless. I looked up at him, my eyes searching his for answers. His gaze was intense, filled with a mix of desire and tenderness.

"Gojo, I...I'm scared," I admitted, my voice trembling.

He stroked my cheek gently. "I know. And that's okay. We can take things slow. I just want to be here for you."

He leaned in again, his lips capturing mine in another kiss, this one more intense than the last. His tongue gently parted my lips, deepening the kiss, and I felt a surge of warmth spread through me. His hand moved to my waist, pulling me closer, and I could feel the heat of his body against mine.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips down my jawline to my neck, placing soft, lingering kisses along the way. My breath hitched, and I felt my pulse quicken. His touch was electrifying, and I found myself melting into him, wanting more but too scared to ask for it.

He pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes with a serious expression. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, (Y/N). Just tell me to stop if you want me to."

I shook my head, my voice barely above a whisper. "No, it's...it's okay. Just...go slow."

He nodded, understanding, and continued his gentle exploration. His lips found the sensitive spot behind my ear, and I couldn't suppress the soft moan that escaped my lips. His hands moved with a purpose, one slipping under my shirt to rest on the small of my back, the other tangling in my hair.

I was lost in the sensations, the world around us fading away. All that mattered was the way he made me feel—wanted, cherished, and safe. Despite my fears and past hurts, I couldn't deny the pull I felt towards him.

Gojo's lips returned to mine in a searing kiss, and I responded eagerly, my hands clutching at his shirt. The kiss was a mix of passion and tenderness, a perfect representation of the complicated emotions swirling between us.

When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathing heavily. He rested his forehead against mine again, his eyes closed, as if savoring the moment.

He kissed my forehead, a sweet, lingering kiss that made my heart ache. "We'll figure it out together. No rush."

We stayed like that for a while longer, wrapped in each other's arms, finding comfort and solace in the connection we shared. Though the future was uncertain, in that moment, I felt a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, I could find happiness again. And with Gojo by my side, I knew I wasn't alone.

::.............................................::

As the evening deepened, Gojo and I stayed in my dorm, the conversation flowing naturally between us. We found ourselves sitting on the floor, surrounded by books we'd pulled from my small collection. I suggested making rice balls, and Gojo, always up for a new experience, readily agreed.

"Do you even know how to cook?" I teased, arching an eyebrow at him.

"Of course," he shot back with a grin. "I'm a man of many talents."

"Right," I laughed, rolling my eyes. "Let's see if you can manage not to burn down my dorm."

We set to work in my tiny kitchen, the space quickly filling with the smell of freshly cooked rice. As we molded the rice balls, our hands brushed occasionally, sending small jolts of electricity through me each time. Gojo's attempts were clumsy at first, but he quickly got the hang of it, and we fell into a rhythm.

"Your rice balls look like they've been through a battle," I said, inspecting one of his misshapen creations.

He smirked. "Yours look like they're about to fall apart."

We continued our playful banter, laughing and teasing each other as we made a small mountain of rice balls. When we finally sat down to eat, the atmosphere was light and filled with a sense of camaraderie. It felt nice, comfortable, as if we had known each other for much longer than we had.

"Not bad," I admitted, taking a bite of one of the rice balls. "You might actually have some hidden talents after all."

"High praise coming from you," he replied, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

After we finished eating, we sprawled out on the floor again, books scattered around us. Gojo picked one up and began to read aloud, his deep voice filling the room with a soothing rhythm. I listened, half-lidded eyes watching him, the words blending into a comforting hum.

At some point, I must have fallen asleep. The last thing I remembered was Gojo's voice, steady and calming, as he read from one of my favorite books.

::.............................................::

When I woke up the next morning, I felt warm and safe, as if I were hugging a body pillow. I blinked my eyes open, only to find myself nestled against Gojo's chest, his arms wrapped securely around me. My heart skipped a beat as I took in the sight of his peaceful, sleeping face inches from mine.

Memories of the previous night flooded back, and I felt a mix of emotions—comfort, confusion, and a hint of embarrassment. 

Why hadn't he gone back to his dorm?

As if sensing my thoughts, Gojo stirred, his eyes slowly opening. He looked down at me, a lazy smile spreading across his face.

"Good morning," he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.

"Morning," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "Why didn't you go back to your dorm?"

He chuckled softly. "You were holding onto me so tightly, I couldn't move without waking you."

My cheeks flushed. "Oh... I'm sorry."

"Don't be," he said, his smile softening. "I didn't mind."

We stayed like that for a moment, the morning light streaming through the window casting a warm glow over us. It was a Sunday morning, and for the first time in a long while, I felt at peace.

I slowly extricated myself from his embrace, sitting up and stretching. The events of the past few days had been intense, but this moment felt like a small reprieve, a chance to breathe and find some semblance of normalcy.

As I sat up, Gojo stretched lazily beside me, his tousled hair catching the morning light. Despite the warmth and comfort of our shared morning, I knew he had responsibilities to tend to. The thought of Geto crossed my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was expecting Gojo back at their dorm.

"You should probably head back to your dorm," I suggested gently, breaking the serene silence that had settled between us.

He nodded, a hint of reluctance in his eyes. "Yeah, Geto might be wondering where I am."

I watched as he sat up, running a hand through his hair before turning to face me. The warmth in his eyes made me catch my breath for a moment, a subtle longing shimmering beneath his calm demeanor. Despite the playfulness and banter, there was something more profound between us—a connection that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.

"Thank you for last night," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. "And for staying."

His smile widened, a genuine warmth that reached his eyes. "Anytime, troublemaker. I didn't mind staying." 

I nodded, feeling a rush of gratitude and uncertainty intertwine within me. The familiarity we were building, the ease of our interactions—it all felt so right, yet I couldn't ignore the cautionary whispers of my past. Sukuna's reappearance had stirred old wounds, reminding me of the dangers that lurked beyond our peaceful morning.

Gojo stood up, offering me a hand as I rose to my feet. His touch was gentle yet firm, a silent reassurance that I found myself inexplicably drawn to. We exchanged a lingering gaze, unspoken words hanging in the air between us, before he reluctantly released my hand.

"I should get going," he said softly, breaking the spell that had enveloped us.

"Yeah," I replied, my voice barely a whisper. "Take care, Satoru."

He nodded, his expression a mix of fondness and something deeper, before turning towards the door. With each step he took towards leaving, I felt a pang of longing, a silent plea for him to stay. But I knew he had his duties, his own life to return to, just as I had mine.

As he reached the doorway, he glanced back at me, a small smile playing on his lips. "See you around, (Y/N)."

"See you," I whispered, watching him disappear down the hallway.

Alone in my dorm, I sighed softly, feeling a mix of emotions swirl within me. The morning had been a temporary escape, a brief respite from the complexities of my life. But now, faced with the quiet solitude of my surroundings, I couldn't shake the lingering questions that tugged at my heart.

Would Gojo and I ever define what we were to each other? Could I let go of my fears and embrace the possibility of something more? 

Deep down, I knew I wanted to, but the scars of my past still held me back, a cautionary tale etched into my soul.

With a determined sigh, I began to tidy up the remnants of our time together, the books and rice balls reminding me of the warmth and laughter we had shared. Despite the uncertainties that lay ahead, one thing was certain—Satoru Gojo had touched my life in ways I hadn't expected, and for that, I couldn't help but feel grateful.

::.............................................::

Hello Guyz!!

Done with the 12th chapter.

Please let me know your thoughts in the comments and tell me if you want this story as it is or do you want any changes.

See you again soon.