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Spring knocked at the front door or we could say it double foot kicked itself into the life of yours. Sun was finally shining and you were more than happy after that seemingly endless long winter you had. You were not a winter person nor a sun bug, but the spring. Spring was your shit and you were more than happy. Swinging your anime themed jacket around your back, heading to work on that Monday morning. You had no idea that your life was about to change…forever.
The counter looked like a mess and you tried your best to clean it as fast as possible. Working in a Coffeehouse wasn’t your dream job, but it paid well enough and you actually had fun. Silly colleagues and a pretty nice boss you had, so it was a win-win situation. After you left the university a few years back you tried to find yourself. Applied to several different jobs, worked at a millions places, but this time you felt like it could be something you had desire to do. Sinking into your thoughts deeply, moving your hands left and right with a cleaning cloth between your fingers, zoning out completely. When you heard the tiny door bell rang above the entrance of the shop. You turned your face to the direction, witnessing two men walking in. One with funny, spiky black hair, while the other had the whitest crystal clear hair color you have ever seen in your life. He was wearing some kind of blindfold, which confused you, but you made a fast self note “not to stare, offering help, he’s probably blind”.
You dusted your apron, rubbing your hands in the side of it, before you grabbed your notebook and pulled your biggest smile possible.
“Good morning” you greeted the two men “I’m Y/N, how can I help you?”
“Morning” the black haired man smiled “Can we get a menu please? I’m not sure what I want to drink, yet.”
“Sure” you walked back to the counter and stepped back at the table in a few seconds, handing a menu to the man.
“And what about me?” the blindfolded man asked you “I don’t get one?”
You froze in your action, blinking fast and uneasy. “Sir, I’m really sorry, but we don’t have menu with braille”
The second he bursted out in a loud laughter made you feel even more embarrassed.
“I’m not blind” he smiled softly “I can perfectly see.”
“Do you?” you frowned your brows, being totally confused, why would someone wear a blindfold with completely fine vision.
“Yeah, for example I can see how pretty your smile is” he smirked.
Your eyes popped wide and feeling the blush crawling up on your face you turned and rushed back to the counter for another menu.
“Thank you, sweetheart”
After they ordered the drinks you started to prepare them, but overheard their conversation.
“Satoru, it wasn’t cool at all.”
“Oh, c’mon. What did I do? It’s not my fault she thought I couldn't see.”
“You are horrible. I swear to God!”
“Watch your mouth, kid.”
“Here you go” you placed a latte in front of Megumi. “And that is for you, sir.” you carefully placed the expresso in front of Gojo. “If you need anything else, please let me know.” you bowed slightly.
“I would like…” Gojo raised his index finger.
“Yes? What else can I get for you?”
“Your phone number, please.” His cocky smile made your blood boil. Rolling your eyes with a loud huff you spun on your heels and walked back to the counter. Murmuring “Asshole.” under your nose. You couldn’t know of course, but he heard you just clearly and fine.
***
“Gojo” Nanami snapped at his training partner “Focus, for fuck’s sake. What’s wrong with you?”
“Huh?” he shook his head slightly, trying to focus, but the only thing he could think of was you. The way your cute apron hugged your body, your sweet smile and beautiful eyes. And the way you called him asshole made him almost chuckle. Nanami ran out of patience, he wanted to train and so did he. Punching Gojo right in the stomach, making him bend over, hands on his tummy.
“Fucking hell, Kento” he hissed. “What’s wrong with you?”
“I warned you like 5 times” he smirked, attacking again. This time Satoru dodged the hit and threw a proper punch back. They didn’t use any cursed energy, only their human strength, but still it turned into a hell of a fight.
“Is it enough?” Nanami asked Gojo, kneeling on his chest, fist pressing hard against his cheek.
“I’ll kick your ass…” he tried to form the words. But he couldn’t, Kento almost beat the shit out of him. Bruises and cuts covered his face and it made him furious. He never loses, he’s not that type of a person. And witnessing a failure like this made him relentless.
Standing in the shower, letting the hot water hit his tired muscles was the only way the anger slowly sank out of his mind. His palms rested against the tiles of the walls, head bending down and enjoying the water massaging his neck. He kept his eyes closed, still thinking about you. “I need to get her number.” he shook his head irritated.
This whole thing was new to him. He would hook up here and there with some random girls, but all were meaningless. More like easing the physical needs but nothing much. But with you…he felt it was different. With only one meeting, one short conversation and you got him around your fingers. He made his decision to make you his and you had no chance against his will.
Roughly grabbing the shampoo bottle, sighing loudly while rubbing the gel into his beautiful white hair. “What the heck is wrong with me?” he frowned. The whole shower session was filled with irritation and anger. He had never had such an angry shower before and the thought of his action made him laugh. A desperate, maniac chuckle left his plum lips while he was leaving the shower with only a fluffy towel loosely dropped around his waist.
***
Gently turning the key in the keyhole, making as little noise as possible. You entered the house and hoped he was already sleeping. Mostly you ran two shifts in a row in the coffeehouse. And even if you always felt tired as hell, but it gave you the opportunity to save some money, plus you didn’t have to spend too much time with your boyfriend. The love once you shared was gone long ago. The sweet boy you fell for with years ago became a jealous, rude, disrespectful person. You were more than sure he was cheating on you, but you didn’t say a thing. He wouldn’t admit it anyway, probably just beat the shit out of you as usually. Leaving him was your first priority after you realized you’ve been stuck in a toxic relationship. The only reason you stayed was that you had nowhere to go, so you needed to save some money to rent a flat for yourself. “Just a few more weeks.” you told yourself every time he screamed in your face or worse.
Calmness rushed through your body, when you heard him snoring loudly from the bedroom. “Thank God” you thought as you entered the bathroom for a well deserved shower.
***
The next morning came with a rush and you were walking into the coffee shop with your typical smile on your face. No one knew the troubles you had to face at home, but it wasn’t their business anyway. Working hard made you distracted, freeing you from the burdens of your personal life.
The little bell sang some sweet noise, when the first customer arrived. You turned your face just to notice the annoying white haired guy with the blindfold from yesterday.
“Good morning” you greeted him like you weren’t irritated by his presence.
“Morning beautiful” Gojo pulled an adorable smile.
“What can I get for you?”
“First I would like to apologize for my actions. I was an asshole, I know that. Can we just start over?”
You stood still behind the counter, looking with confused eyes. What did he expect from you? Why would he say things like that? It just didn’t make any sense.
“Sure” you shrugged “No problem. So what can I get for you?” The bored look you gave him made Gojo uneasy. He thought you would appreciate him saying sorry and shit like that.
“Just an espresso” he forced a smile.
He stayed for hours, ordering here and there. Trying almost all the cakes you had, drinking like five different types of coffee. You truly believed he was going to get a heart attack after the huge amount of caffeine he poured down his throat. The second you noticed he was about to order again you pinched the bridge of your nose.
“Can I get the bill please?” he tapped his tummy, being way too full with all the sweets he killed this morning. You nodded without saying a word, spinning on your heels, when hearing him clearing his throat.
“Anything else?” you asked.
“Yeah…your number, please.” he chuckled.
“Oh for fuck’s sake” you rolled your eyes, leaving his table in an instant.
This little scene repeatedly happened on every day of the week. Gojo tried to get your number so desperately you started to feel bad for him. Everyday you talked a bit more about sweet nothings really. Like how was the weather or what you would recommend him to try from the menu.
On Friday as he was standing in front of the counter, telling you a super old dad joke and you bursted out in a loud laughter.
“That was a good one.” you wiped your eyes with the back of your hand. The bell rang above the door and you froze like you’ve seen a ghost.
“What’s wrong, beautiful?” Gojo tilted his head slightly, being confused by your reaction.
“Nothing” you cleared your throat “Please get back to your table. I’ll serve your coffee in a minute.” You sounded too serious and scared, but he followed your ask and took his seat with his legs crossed.
“Who was that guy?” Daniel asked with a raspy, irritated voice.
“He’s just a customer. What are you doing here?” you gulped big, trying to hide your nervousness.
“Why? Can’t I visit my wonderful woman, who is seemingly whoring around with her customers?” he clenched his jaw.
“Don’t make a scene! Order or go home.”
“I heard him calling you beautiful.” he hissed “Since when are you fucking him?”
“Stop this, I’m begging you!” your voice cracked.
Satoru heard every single word clear and clean, it made him way too upset and appeared next to Daniel in a second.
“Excuse me.” Gojo pulled his typical smile, standing in front of your boyfriend.
“What do you want?” he clicked his tongue.
“Could you please talk with some more respect to this beautiful lady?”
You almost facepalmed yourself, because even if he wanted to help…he dragged you into bigger trouble.
“Mind your own business, freak!” Daniel rolled his eyes. “We’ll finish this at home…” he shot you a look which sent shivers down your spine.
***
The scream that bursted out from your lungs echoed through the entire house. You begged, cried and swore to anything just to make him stop. But Daniel didn’t care about any of your words. He felt like Gojo humiliated him and it made his blood boil. After the first few slaps your face felt numb, the taste of your blood in your mouth made you nauseous though. Daniel was huge and strong compared to you. Of course you were no match to him and he knew that too. That even if you’d love to mop the floor with his arrogant face you couldn’t do anything in your defense. He beat you up really bad this time. “Teaching you a lesson.” as he repeated several times, while hitting your face harder and harder until your lip ripped up and your nose started to bleed.
That night you swore to your life that the next day after work you’re going to move out. No matter where or how, but you leave this piece of trash behind once and for all.
In the morning getting ready in front of the mirror was a hard task to accomplish. Seeing your swollen, ripped lip, the bruises under your eyes, the cuts on your cheeks. You tried your best to hide them with makeup, but you already knew you were going to wear sunglasses all day long.
Satoru walked in with a huge, cheerful smile on his face. He was truly looking forward to seeing you again. These past days made him feel excited, weird and happy at the same time. He was thinking about you all the time and today was the day he was about to ask you out. Even if he witnessed you had a boyfriend. The brief seconds he talked to him made him realize that your man was a dick, and him being more than confident he was sure you would say yes to a dinner or something like that.
Zoning out and sinking into his thoughts he automatically took the seat at his usual table.
“Good morning” you walked up to him. “What can I get for you?”
“Morning beaut…” his word died mid sentence, when he noticed your wounds “What the fuck happened to you?” he clenched his jaw.
“Oh, uhm.. I was clumsy.” you turned your face away, pretending to look for something in the pocket of your apron.
“Y/N” Gojo frowned “Look at me, please.” his soft voice felt like honey to your ears. “Who did this?”
“As I said I was clumsy.” you cleared your throat “And now please make your order so I can get it for you.”
“It was him, wasn’t it?”
“With all due respect, sir… it’s none of your business. I don’t even know your name and you expect me to…I don’t even know.” you sighed irritated. The source of your anger wasn’t him, but everything else that happened to you last night. And him sitting here, asking you as he would know you, made you feel way too frustrated.
“My name is Satoru Gojo” he gabbled his name “Now tell me who did this to you!”
Since it was early in the morning no other customer arrived yet. Only you and him stuck in that uneasy environment, which was slowly eating you both up. The grab on the chair’s backrest was tight and irritated, he noticed the way you pulled that chair out and hesitantly dropped yourself down, looking down at your feet.
“Daniel got mad last night.” you poked your inner cheek with your tongue.
“Why?”
“Because of you…” pulling an awkward smile, while fidgeting with your sunglasses.
“What?” he rocked back on the chair, before leaning forth again “What did I do?”
“Hmm…” you hummed with so much pain in your voice “Well, you called me beautiful in front of him. So he beat the shit out of me, just to show me where my place is…But today is the day. After work I’m gonna go home, pack my stuff and leave him once and for all.”
Gojo kept silent, slowly raising his hand and gently taking off your sunglasses. The second your bruised face got revealed in front of him his jaw clenched tight.
“I’m so sorry” he whispered, gently placing his huge palm on your cheek and you automatically rested into it. Closing your eyes, because somehow you felt safe. You had no idea how or why, it just felt right.
“Where does he work?” he asked out of the blue, breaking that special moment.
“4 blocks down the road. There’s a box club, he’s a coach. But why do you ask?”
“Excuse me, Y/N” Gojo pushed his chair back, standing up “I’ve something important to deal with. But here…” he grabbed a napkin from the table and a pen from his pocket, writing down his number “Please call me after you get home, okay?”
Staring at his back as he was rushing out of the door, disappearing on the street in a few seconds. You felt confused. This barely known guy seemed so caring, but probably he just felt guilty because of what happened.
Trying to keep his breathing even, but the anger which rushed through his body made it quite difficult for him to achieve it. “Fucking asshole” he shook his head angrily “I’m gonna rip your freaking head off” he fisted his hands, while walking to that box club.
As the door shut open Gojo immediately noticed Daniel, standing next to the ropes, giving instructions to his students.
“Coach?” one of his students asked, when he looked at Gojo.
Daniel turned to face who interrupted their training and rolled his eyes, when he realized it was the guy from the coffee shop.
“What do you want?” he clicked his tongue, pulling a face.
“I want to train” Gojo walked closer “With you” stepping in front of Daniel.
“What?” Daniel bursted out in an arrogant, loud laughter “Do you want me to beat the shit out of you, pretty boy?”
“Well, if you can beat me I’m gonna pay your bills for a whole year. How does that sound?”
“Oh, so you are stupid and rich at the same time. That’s a total win for me!” He stepped on the ropes, waving to the kids to get out of there.
As they stood in their fighting stance all the eyes glued on them.
“Let’s go, coach’” one of the kids yelled.
“Yeah, beat him, coach!” another one chimed in.
Gojo smirked slightly, before waving at Daniel. “Come” he growled.
Daniel had no chance to even touch him. Gojo dodge every single attack, mostly not even using his hands, just simply stepping away from the hits. It made his opponent furious, he got so angry, he couldn’t control himself anymore. Pulling a dirty trick and trying to kick Gojo in the guts.
“How dirty!” Satoru chuckled, spinning aside from the attack, resting his back on Daniel’s. “Since your students are watching us” he whispered “I think I’m gonna show off a little.”
Daniel's eyes widened the second he felt Gojo’s first punch. It felt like something would have squeezed his inners to make them explode. But Satoru didn’t stop and threw several similar punches at him. Blood was running down his face, his lips and brows were ripped, bruises covered his whole body. The fear in his eyes made Gojo even madder. As Daniel was laying on the ground, begging for mercy, Satoru sat on his heels next to him.
“What, brat? Are you afraid? As afraid as Y/N was last night, when you beat her up?” Daniel’s Adam’s apple bobbed, because he realized he was fucked up.
“Listen carefully.” Gojo whispered, pulling down his blindfold to make direct eye contact. “You’re gonna head home right now, pack your stuff and leave once and for all. IF I see you around her again I’m going to end your pathetic life. Do you understand me?”
Daniel stared into his eyes. “What are you?” his voice cracked.
“Your worst nightmare.” Gojo pulled his most terrifying smirk ever, causing Daniel to get up and rush out of the place.
***
“Okay, okay, you can do this” you tried to boost yourself before opening the front door. The second you stepped in you felt something was off. He wasn’t home and as you looked around you noticed all his stuff was gone. “What the fuck?” you frowned, walking around the house to check it. All the clothes, all the belongings, everything was gone. HE was gone.
You dropped yourself down on the couch, when you found a torn piece of paper on the coffee table.
“I’m sorry for everything! Please never contact me again!”
Your hands were shaking, holding the paper and reading it again and again and again. Did he really leave? Did he seriously make this whole thing easy for you? It was nothing like him. You knew Daniel and he would have never done anything for you. “What happened to you?” you bit your inner cheeks fighting with confusion and happiness at the same time.