To Command the Ice

by Lina99

Summary:

Your transfer to a new university was supposed to be a fresh start, a chance to prove yourself as figure skating’s rising star. Instead, you find yourself colliding with the campus’ most untouchable circle: the hockey team. Their captain is Gojo Satoru, dazzling, ruthless, and impossible to ignore. What begins as sharp words and cold stares soon twists into a game of power and obsession, where every glance is a challenge, every move a gamble. The team can’t decide whether they want to tear you down or pull you closer, and you can’t afford to lose- on the ice, or in their dangerous orbit.

Chapter 1

It’s crowded at the rink, the competition for the pairs just concluded and now the women's free skate has started. Jujutsu University's ice hockey team is sitting on the bleachers, their game had ended about an hour ago and it was a narrow victory. Usually they'd be on their way back to the campus by bus by now, but since their school's figure skating pairs team also had a competition they were to wait until they'd finished. The university's pair, Nobara and Megumi, had skated well and it was looking to be a promising season for them. Yuuji looks around for the two, he’s eager to get back to the dorms. He liked supporting his childhood friends, but waiting for them after they'd finished was something he wasn't a big fan of. The other guys seem to be entertaining themselves just fine. Gojo en Getou are watching the free skate, probably talking about the girl currently performing and if they'd sleep with her or not. Nanami seems uninterested and reads a book, Choso silently watches the rink and the rest of the guys are chatting away. The only ones looking bored are Yuuji's twin brother, Sukuna, and Megumi's cousin Naoya. Sukuna picks at his painted nails and looks about everywhere except the ice. The team's coach, the famous Fushiguro Toji, is packing up some things in his bag and checks to see if all the players are on the bleachers. The audience cheers, which momentarily distracts Yuuji and when he looks into the crowd again he spots who he’s looking for.

“Hey Megumi, Nobara!” Yuuji waves at the two skaters walking his way.

Nobara waves back and Megumi just greets him when he arrives. Some of the players notice them and start organizing their stuff so that they can leave as fast as possible. 

“Good skate.” Toji comments. Megumi just looks at his father for a moment and shrugs. 

“Thanks!” Nobara smiles, she claps Megumi on his back. “See? I told you we weren’t overscored. We're getting better!”

Naoya snickers. “Yeah, the fact that you didn't fall this time really is a blessing , cousin.”

“Okay, shut up.” Megumi snaps. Yuuji looks at him apologetically, but his friend doesn't see it. 

Toji stands up and scans the bleachers to see if everyone is ready to go. “Alright, let's move.”

“Wait.” Megumi interrupts him. 

“What? You forgot somethin'?”His father asked.

“No, it's just-”

Nobara butts in. “She's about to skate, you know! The girl who's transferring!”

Everyone looks around the group to see if the facial expression of one of their teammates gives away that they knew of this information, but they all seem equally clueless. The possibility of having to wait even longer angers Sukuna. “Who the fuck do you mean?”

“(Y/n), we met her through some skating shows and convinced her to transfer. She'll make the university's name huge if she keeps skating like she does, she's basically the next rising star of the figure skating world!” Nobara exclaims in excitement.

Some of the guys on the team seem a little interested now, but it doesn’t convince everyone to stay put. Toji slings a duffel bag over his shoulder and wants to say something, but is interrupted by the commentator announcing the last skater's scores over the speakers. He starts over. “We don't have time, kid.”

Megumi stops himself before glaring at his father and turns to the rink instead, the audience suddenly starts clapping slowly as to build suspense. “She's trying a triple axel, we need to see if she lands it. It would be huge.”

Toji's eyes widen. “A triple axel huh? That's crazy. Okay, let’s see who this is then” He grins and turns to the team. “We're staying for a few minutes longer. Let's see if this transfer student is going to take all the shine away from you guys next season, huh?” 

This interests the guys. Most of them know figure skating basics, from what they see Megumi and Nobara do in training alongside the other skaters the uni has. Their coach is a hockey player with an amazing career that got cut short, but they respect him nevertheless. If he’s impressed by what this girl was about to do, they have to see it. Not to mention that the hockey team is doing well in competition and Jujutsu university basically runs on their success. One girl taking away their glory with a single jump? No way, right?

The audience's slow clapping starts to speed up and the announcement is made. “On the ice representing Kyoto University: (Y/n) (L/n)!” The girl skating towards the center of the rink is dressed in a sparkling white costume with long sleeves and blue and grey details. Judging from the crowd's reaction to this girl on the ice, Yuuji can guess they are all more excited to see her than any other skater that came before her. The girl proudly presents herself with her head held high and she skates in a circle around the center of the rink. She uses her fists to slam on her thighs a few times and stops, then assumes her starting position with one arm raised to the sky and her pointer finger upwards. 

“What kind of ritual is that?” Gojo comments with an annoying grin on his face before Sukuna tells him to shut up. 

The music starts and the arena is so silent one can hear a pin drop. It’s definitely a different atmosphere. Yuuji watches as she effortlessly glides along the ice, preparing for her first jump. Megumi and Nobara are still standing, much too nervous to sit down. Toji leans on his knees with his forearms, focussed on watching. She’s picking up speed now, exiting the corner of the rink and turning on one foot to get to the right edge of her blade. She winds up out of nowhere, everyone holds their breath. (Y/n) jumps, turning once, twice, the final time and landing with her knee deeply bent and with no under rotation. Somehow she sticks the landing and the crowd erupts into deafening cheers. She herself shortly pumps her fist in the air after landing the jump before returning to finish the rest of her program. Even without deep figure skating knowledge, the hockey team knows they just witnessed something special. The way she skates is effortless, her artistic components are just as strong as her jumps and she seems to command the ice itself. After her first successful jump the rest of them come just as easily and she finishes with a perfect program. The guys know she will be a distraction.

 

--

 

Moving is definitely something you hated. Sure, it was nice to fantasize about how your future living space was going to look like and how aesthetic it all was going to be, until you had to do all the heavy lifting. Nobara is currently walking you to your dorm, she explains various things about the building as she goes on. You really have no idea why Nobara is the one doing this but you guess the girl wants to be your guide for today. You walk through a hallway and Nobara stops just before the two of you round the corner. 'This is it!' She beams.

“Number 111, I like that.” You comment with a small smile. 

“Suits you, right?” She says with one brow raised. You shrug at her and she unlocks your door since you are holding a box of your belongings. 

To say you are impressed is an understatement. This is not just a dorm room but a small studio. There’s enough room for at least your bed, a couch and a desk and there is even a small kitchen counter with a sink. You can get used to this. 

“Wow, this is amazing... I don't have to share it with anyone?” You ask.

“Nope. We're in the special VIP dorms-”

“VIP? Really?” You giggle.

“We're athletes with privilege, you get it. The normal students have different dorms.” She explains with a smirk. “Jujutsu university mostly gets its fame from the boys' hockey team, but they also built a girl's athlete dorm. We're just with a few so we get the rooms to ourselves! Finally a win for the women, huh?”

You laugh with her and set the box of your stuff down on the kitchen counter. “I hope we're not sharing the bathroom or showers with the boys?” you ask.

The girl in front of you almost gasps and puts a hand over her mouth. “Oh god no, luckily we don't. But the idea of it almost made me puke. Their dorms are just around the corner, there's a door officially 'separating' the dorms but they come over here all the time when Megumi is hanging out in my room. Well, mostly Yuuji and one or two others.”

“Okay, well I hope they're not too annoying.” You sheepishly smile.

“Don't worry, Yuuji is fine! He's also a childhood friend of Megumi, you know.”

“Oh, really? I didn’t know. But hey, thank you for convincing me to transfer. This is already looking way better than my previous situation and the extra time I can get on the ice here is well... it's amazing. So, thank you again.” You say to her. It was a little embarrassing admitting your feelings honestly like this, but the fact she and Megumi got you here was fantastic and will hopefully do wonders for your career. 

“Hey, no problem. I'm excited to have another girl here on the ice with me! And by the way-”

Nobara gets interrupted by the sound of a slamming door in the hallway and some louder voices that sound like they are arguing. 

“Nobara!” You hear the voice call from the hallway. “Nobara, is Megumi here?” Another, similar but deeper voice, interrupted him. “Stop yelling idiot! Just find her like a normal person.” The people that the voices belong to are revealed as they walk past the open door of your new dorm room and stop abruptly when they see you. There are two guys who look very, very similar. The only difference being that one of them has more tattoos and darker eyes than the other. 

“Oh, Yuuji, Sukuna!” Nobara greets them. 

The two boys introduce themselves to you and you are quick to understand that these twins are very different. Yuuji seems way more approachable than Sukuna and also more like a person you'd actually want to hang out with. It soothes you to know that Megumi's other childhood friend is someone bearable, kind even. Sukuna, on the other hand, is very distant and looks like his day has been permanently ruined, he’s got his arms crossed looking uninterested. The boys ask for Megumi but Nobara doesn’t know where he is, which seems to disappoint them. Yuuji then looks at you, smiling brightly.

“So, (Y/n), ready to hit the ice now that you're here?” 

You perk up at this. “I'd love to, but I gotta move my stuff first. It's still downstairs and I don't want it to get stolen because I couldn't wait to skate for once.”

“We'll help you, right Sukuna?” Yuuji smirks at his brother.

His twin rolls his eyes but complies. It’s honestly a gift that these guys decide to help you out. Nobara is also there of course, but the two of you do a lot less powerlifting than the hockey players and everything goes way faster with some extra help. Whilst moving you notice that Sukuna is more silent than Yuuji but very observant, he listens to the conversations you all have and he sometimes decides to add something to it. He’s a little rude, but you aren’t sure what kind of person he is yet. Yuuji is very charming, he's bubbly and considerate and not to mention; easy to talk to. Even someone as closed off as Megumi likes him, you realize that now. Your previous experience with hockey players isn’t very good, most of the time they live to annoy the figure skaters. They're cocky, make comments about your skills or your body and love to tease and distract you whenever they get the chance. Hopefully this team will be more professional than the ones you'd experienced. It doesn’t matter that much if they are what you expect them to be, you know how to deal with guys like them by now. Most of the time they are only busy with impressing their fellow teammates instead of actually wanting your attention but you know how to turn that around. You come across Megumi at some point who also joins in and before you know it your furniture is in your dorm. It still has to be placed in the precise places you want but you can do that in your own time. For now, you’re done. You thank everyone who helped, promising them a drink at the first party you'd be invited to and they gladly accept the offer. 

“There’s a party this friday. You should come.” Yuuji says to you before saying goodbye and you grin back at him, telling him you’ll be there.

When you close the door, the first thing you do is change into your clothes for practice. You take your duffel bag with your skates in them and head towards the rink of your new school. 

It’s quiet inside when you arrive. You haven’t planned a meeting with your coach to be here, you just want to see if the ice is empty and you can make your first rounds all on your own. The zamboni is just leaving the ice and you sigh when looking at it, there is nothing better than a fresh rink to skate on. Walking towards the benches that are usually for the hockey players, you spot one man sitting there busy writing stuff down on a clipboard. 

“Excuse me.” You say. He notices you and looks your way. He’s tall and really well built but you realize he can't be a student, he’s just too old for that. However, a professor wouldn't be here either. It must be a staff member? Something bugs you about him, it feels like you know him. 

“What is it, doll?”

The nickname momentarily stuns you and sends heat to your cheeks. You were used to bold college students, their nicknames and comments didn’t fluster you but this is a little new. You realize you have to compose yourself. This is the ice rink you are at, you have to find your confidence and act like no one can fluster you. 

“I noticed the zamboni's just finished with the ice, do you know if there is about to be a practice session or can I skate for a bit?” You ask, gripping the straps of your duffel bag harder than usual. 

The man looks at you for a second, then raises his arm to check his watch. He tuts his head. “Yeah sure, you got about half an hour before the team comes in. When I say you gotta get off the ice you do it, okay?”

The fact that you’re allowed to skate for a bit makes the rude tone of his voice fly over your head. “Of course! You must be the coach then?” You take a seat on the bench at a safe distance away from him, you don't want it to be awkward. To make sure you don't lose any time on the ice you tie your skates as fast as possible.

“Yeah. Toji Fushiguro.”

You freeze and stop with what you’re doing to look at him. “No way!”

Toji rolls his eyes, ready for another fan encounter.

“So you're Megumi's big shot dad!” You laugh. 

This is the moment he seems to recognize you and remembers there’s a new transfer student. 

He flashes a dangerously attractive grin, you now notice he's got a scar on his lower lip. It must have somehow happened during his hockey career. “And you're the insane kid with the triple axel.” 

It was your turn to be surprised again. “Insane? Did Megumi call me that?”

“No, we happened to be there that day as well. Team had a game.” He says.

You tie your laces extra tight and finish putting on your skates. “Oh well, it was a bit of a fluke. Never landed it that well in practice before.” You open the gates to the rink and step onto the ice.

“Still crazy if you ask me.” He stands up from the bench and takes his stuff. 'Half an hour, and don’t make too many holes in the ice, okay?' 

“Yes sir.” You smile at him and skate away. Toji's eyes linger for a second until he moves on with what he’s doing. He sighs, somehow you remind him of his younger years. Of the time when he'd met Megumi's mother on the rink. Toji shakes his head, many things have changed since that time. 

 

--

 

You know the short thirty minutes you get to skate aren't enough to practice like you usually do when you are alone at the rink, but it would have to do. To end the short session on a good note you want to do some jumps. You do a few warm up exercises for jumps specifically and decide to get to it, you hear the doors to the changing rooms open and multiple voices fill the air of the rink. It has to be the hockey team. Figuring you were really running out of time, you try to gain as much speed as you can in the corners of the rink to wind up for a triple flip. The voices intensify and tone down almost simultaneously, they must have seen you and are whispering amongst themselves. This is what it was always like with the hockey players. They will either make your life a living hell on the rink or try to hit on you without success. You try to shake the thoughts off and stick to your usual entrance to the jump. The pick of your skate hits the ice and you effortlessly rotate and land on one foot. For some reason you stay in the landing position for a longer time than usual, your back straight and chin held high. It’s now or never, you have to show them they can't distract you. When you turn around and decide to gain speed for the next jump, you hear it. 

“Hey new girl, give us a show will you?”

You can't help but check who said it with a brief glance, he has white hair and piercing blue eyes. He’d slung his arms across the gates to the rink, the other hockey players swarm around him. Gojo Satoru, you heard about the hockey prodigy before. Of course this guy is an arrogant asshole. Why does that always happen with talented guys? When your eyes meet his lips stretch into a grin, an annoying one at that. He lets out a low whistle, you aren’t sure if it’s a catcall or if he just didn't like the look on your face. Your coach often tells you that you tend to death stare people during your practice sessions. Anyway, he still whistled at you like you were some kind of dog. He's getting it for that. You push your blades into the ice to go even faster than before. With the trajectory you are following you will slide across the ice right before their noses and right now the guys are probably thinking you've actually agreed to give them a show. They are laughing. In a graceful movement you take your left leg and lift it up high above your head in a spiral position, then you lean back a little and stop holding your leg with your hands. You glide across the ice, your blade hanging in the air. Gojo cheers before his eyes widen and he realizes what you are doing. He jumps back. Your leg leans just across the barrier around the rink, if he'd kept leaning over it like that he would have gotten cut. Some of the other guys move back as well. Yuuji looks at the events from a distance, just blinking at what he’s seeing. Getou's hand is on Gojo's shoulder, he'd caught him when Gojo jumped back. He carefully shifts his eyes from the ice to his best friend and sees that Gojo is furious. By now you've long skated past them and have your back turned towards them, a small smile on your lips. It’s time for your last jump before you exit the ice. 

“What the fuck do you think you're doing?” Gojo barks from the sidelines. 

To rub some extra salt in the wound you casually skate past them and say: “Do you guys hear something?”

Sukuna and Naoya instantly start laughing at Gojo and the white haired captain of the team glares at them. “Shut the fuck up you two.” He says.

“Okay, okay.” Sukuna laughs while saying it. “Calm down, man.”

Getou remains silent. He knows what Gojo is feeling right now. To say that their captain has a god complex is an understatement, he wants to be the star of the show all the time. He’s the prodigy, his grades are good and all the girls want him. He’s the captain of the team, he's rich, everybody likes him and everybody respects him. Or actually, everybody needs to respect him. Gojo doesn’t allow people to disrespect him. Getou knows the look on his friend's face right now. Gojo’s glaring at you with wide eyes, his thoughts are probably spiraling to make himself even angrier than you made him in the first place. He clicks his tongue in annoyance when you jump a double axel with such grace, Gojo catches himself thinking you could have been an olympic medalist already. His anger mixes with admiration, the start of something dangerous.

“What are you guys doing?” The voice of their coach booms across the hall. “Put the rest of your gear on and be ready.”

Toji approaches the bench where the guys are waiting. Most of them are already fully geared up, but Gojo still has to put some things on. Toji snaps his fingers in front of Gojo's face, who directs his glare at his coach before he realizes what he's doing. 

“Don't be mad, cap. You got what you deserve, now get ready for practice.” Toji says and he turns towards the ice. “Time's up ice princess!” He yells. 

You know your time’s up, but it feels really good to have scared the hockey team a bit. The power is on your side for now. You are hoping to keep it that way and establish your position at this school before the team has a chance to distract or annoy you. To have power on the ice is to be a little bit of a bitch. This is something that definitely doesn’t apply to all skaters, but it works for you. You skate towards the gate to leave the ice where the benches are. The team’s waiting to enter the ice and you decide to push your luck, you put on your sweetest smile.

“Five more minutes? For your son's best friend?” You give Toji a small pout. 

“Don't push it, doll.” He warns. 

You smile and break the facade. “It was worth a try.” Toji gives you a look, one that you can’t place.

One of the guys on the team opens one of the gates and skates past you. “You've done it now.” He chuckles, and when you look back you see it’s Sukuna underneath the helmet.

The next one who steps onto the rink is Gojo. He isn’t wearing his helmet yet and now that he’s standing next to you, you notice how tall he is. He's looking down on you, literally and figuratively. It is now that you realize you might have overstepped, but at the same time he was a challenge you'll gladly take on. “I wouldn't do that again if I were you. That was dangerous, you know.” His voice is monotone, you can almost feel the anger radiating off of him. 

Just one more step, that's what you’re thinking. You look at him, almost bored. “Yeah sure, whatever.” And then you look away again, pretending to be distracted by something else. 

Toji averts his gaze from the situation, suppressing a small smile. It’s funny to see someone play with Gojo like that, that boy probably needs it to stop his ego from growing so much.

“Damn, she's cold.” Naoya comments before entering the rink and he pushes past Gojo. “Don't let it get to your head, cap.” He yells back. Gojo wants nothing more than to say whatever he needs to say to hurt you, but he decides he can take his anger out on his teammates during practice. He ignores you and skates away.

“Can I ask you something?” You say to Toji. He meets your eyes and quirks an eyebrow. “I don't care what these guys have to say about me, but I don't want them catcalling me or distracting me when I'm still on the ice. Could you maybe...?” You don't finish the sentence because the intensity of Toji's jade colored eyes is a little distracting in itself. You briefly wonder why you never saw Megumi as attractive in that way when his dad is clearly your type. 

“Sounds like something these guys shouldn't be doing in the first place. I'll fix it, now get off the ice.” His words are comforting and demanding at the same time, you nod meekly and wait for the rest of the guys to enter through the gate before you can exit. 

Getou smiles at you apologetically when he passes.

Yuuji steps on the ice as one of the last. “I'm sorry, (Y/n).” he says.

“Don't worry, it's fine.” You smile at him. “Good luck in practice.”

 

--

 

Later that night, Gojo’s laying on his bed. Getou is chilling on the couch of their shared dorm room. Gojo watches as his friend lights a blunt and inhales, then exhales the smoke slowly. He clicks his tongue and gets up to open a window. He flops back down on his bed afterwards.

“I was going to do that.” Getou comments and he takes another hit.

“Yeah, whatever.” Satoru sighs. 

Getou sighs in return. “Take some.” He says as he offers the joint to Gojo. He’s more than eager to accept. Gojo rolls to his stomach and reaches for the blunt. He takes a few big hits and passes it back to his friend afterwards. Getou frowns at him. “You’re still mad, huh?”

“Of course I am. What was that bitch thinking?” Satoru grumbles and he rubs his face with his hands. His comment makes Suguru laugh and Gojo glares at him. “What?” he asks.

“I know you.’ Getou sits up and leans on his knees with his elbows, looking Gojo in the eyes. ‘You should just fuck her and move on.”

Satoru fakes being hurt by putting a hand on his chest. “That’s how you see me?” He pouts.

“That’s just how you work.” Getou sighs and lights the joint again. He inhales and blows the smoke towards Satoru who waves it away with one hand. 

“I don’t even want her. With an attitude like that? Yeah, right.” He motions for Suguru to pass the blunt to him. 

Suguru can’t help but laugh at him again. His friend is too predictable sometimes. “Yeah?” He smirks. “If you don’t do it, then I will.”

Gojo, who was reaching to take the joint from Getou’s hands, freezes. He locks eyes with him. He’d be lying if he said you haven’t been on his mind since that stunt you pulled on the rink. It’s only been a few hours but all Satoru can think about is fantasizing how he’s going to humble you, and he will. To hear you beg for him would be so satisfying, you’d know your place but it wasn’t going to be easy. 

“And if I don’t, then someone else on the team probably will. She’s definitely Sukuna’s type, he likes them with an attitude.” Suguru eggs him on. Gojo clenches his jaw.

“Suguru,” Gojo deadpans. “just pass me the fucking blunt.” 

Getou does as he’s told, but he can’t help but burst out in laughter. The fact that he’s high makes the situation so much funnier. “You’re way too easy to see through. She’s probably thinking the same.” He grins.

The joint gets snatched from Getou’s hand. “You seem to like her.” Satoru smirks back at him, the laughter of his friend is contagious. 

“Don’t you?”

Suguru shrugs but can’t hide his smile.

Gojo inhales the smoke from the blunt and flicks off the ash in an ashtray on his nightstand. “Didn’t Yuuji mention she’d be going to that party this friday?”

Chapter 2

Your first week at your new university hasn't been easy. There’s a lot of new stuff to get used to, classmates, professors, people, it’s been a bit overwhelming. Your coach, Yuki Tsukumo, has also been pushing you to your limits this week. She’s relentless but suits your skating style and without her you would have never even tried a triple axel. You’ve been unsuccessful in avoiding the hockey players, you either had practice sessions before or after them so it was impossible to not cross paths with Gojo. Toji had made sure the boys were less vocal towards you and having your own coach at the rink also changed that, but the white haired prodigy still shot you glares whenever he got the chance. 

Today however, is the day of the party Yuuji invited you to. Being a competitive figure skater it’s important to take good care of yourself, you have to eat healthy foods and it’s not recommended to drink a lot of alcohol. Actually, you really shouldn’t, which is why most athletes you know prefer other substances to take the edge off. Still you’re young and you decided that today is a day you can cut yourself some slack, having a few drinks isn’t going to kill you. Besides that, you had promised everyone who helped you move that you would get them a drink and it’d be a shame not to join them.

You knock on the door of Nobara’s dorm room and she opens the door with a big smile on her face. She’s dressed in her casual clothes instead of her skating clothes for a change, it suits her well. You also decided to wear something cute today, having chosen baggy jeans and a cropped top that suits your figure well. 

“Damn girl, you look good!” Is the first thing Nobara says when she opens the door. You can’t help but laugh in return.

“I can say the same about you.” You respond, then you hold up the beers you bought for her and the others. “Your payment for helping me move.”

She laughs at that. “Come in!”

Megumi and Yuuji are also hanging out in Nobara’s room. You all decided to pregame here and go to the party together. Yuuji jumps up when he sees you and he hugs you whilst still holding a beer in one hand. It comes as a surprise but you like that he is so forward, it makes you feel like you’ve already known him for a long time. Megumi’s more calm, per usual, he gives you a short hug and sits down on the couch afterwards. 

“Here’s the promised drinks.” You say as you put the beers down on the table. Yuuji chugs his own can and you hand him a new one. 

“You’re an angel.” He playfully says as he smiles brightly at you. Something about this boy is so disarming. When he looks at you it feels like he’s giving you every single bit of attention he has. It’s a nice feeling, and somehow more intense than having a whole crowd of people watching you skate. 

You decide to sit down and distract yourself from Yuuji’s brown eyes with a beer. Nobara quickly joins you guys and you notice you’re missing someone. “Sukuna’s not coming? I still owe him a drink as well.” You say.

“Oh, he is.” Yuuji answers. “He’s going with the other guys so we’ll see him at the party.”

“It’s that kind of night for them, huh?” Nobara comments with one eyebrow raised.

Megumi looks at you and smirks. “Well, I guess you can consider this your hazing. Maybe mentally prepare yourself a bit, some of those guys will be high off their asses.”

You smile back at him. “Like we’ll be saints tonight. Let’s revisit this in about… two hours?” 

Nobara and Yuuji burst out laughing. The four of you talk and play a few casual drinking games before you all decide it’s time to go. 

 

–-

 

When the four of you go outside to cross the campus Yuuji asks you if you’re cold and offers you his jacket. You decline politely, not wanting to inconvenience him, but he carefully puts the jacket over your shoulders anyway. It’s warm and it smells like him, his scent strangely comforting. In the corner of your eye you notice Megumi looking at you and when you make eye contact he gives you a teasing smirk. You give him a look and roll your eyes with a smile, he’s not going to let you live this down. 

Your anxiety rises when you see the frat house, you’re excited to see where the night will bring you but at the same time you’re sure there will be a confrontation between you and Gojo. He’s the kind of guy you’ve seen a million times before: a narcissistic asshole with a bunch of talent and on top of that he’s handsome as well. Those people love mind games, to gain power over those around them. It pisses them off immensely when their usual tactics don’t seem to work on someone, and something within you just doesn’t want to give him that power. To him you’re a threat, the living proof of someone seeing through his tricks. It could ruin his image and so you know he’ll do anything to push you until you’ll fall right in the palm of his hand. You won’t let him, you’ll turn the situation around.

You return Yuuji’s jacket to him before entering the party, and Yuuji shoots you a wink when you do so. Nobara opens the door and she's immediately greeted by loud music and a hyperactive brunette. He looks somewhat familiar and then you place him as Yu Haibara, a talented solo skater who you’ve met a handful of times during competitions. The boy gives Nobara and Megumi a bear hug and when his brown eyes meet yours he smiles brightly. 

“You’re here! I’m so excited you transferred!” He says and before you know it he’s hugging you too. He must be very tipsy already.

“Hey! Nice to see you here Haibara, wanna show us around?” You ask him. 

“Course! Should I take those for you? I’ll get them to the fridge.” He says as he motions towards the sixpack of beers you’re holding. 

“Thanks! Let me just take two, I owe Sukuna a beer.” You say.

Haibara’s eyes widen dramatically as he takes the rest from you and guides the four of you through the house. “You owe Sukuna? What the hell did you do?” 

“He helped me move.” 

The expression on Haibara’s face shows even more disbelief. “He helped you– Girl, who are you?” 

You just shrug at him and you both burst out laughing.

Haibara leads you to the living room where most people are chatting or dancing together. Now that you’re all settled at the party it’s time to look around. Haibara is off to see one of his friends from the hockey team, Nanami. You haven’t met the guy properly but you have seen him around the rink, of course. He’s quiet and polite, one of the few besides Yuuji you think you could be friends with. 

The four of you decide to look for Sukuna and it’s not hard to find him. His deep voice is pretty loud and you spot him sitting on a couch with Megumi’s cousin, Naoya. 

“Sukuna!” Yuuji calls out for his brother. His twin turns his head at the mention of his name and sees you all. 

“Catch!” You yell at him and throw the can his way. He acts fast and catches the can effortlessly.

Sukuna looks at the beer and frowns at you. “Thanks, but what’s this for?” 

“Owed you one, remember?” You wink. 

Naoya lets out a low whistle. “Wanna do me a favor as well?”

“Piss off asshole.” Nobara says to him before you can even react. You have to hide your smile behind your hand. Megumi has told you plenty of stories about his cousin and he isn’t particularly likeable, so you are glad Nobara guided the interaction away from you.

Sukuna gets up from the couch and opens his mouth to say something, but he’s interrupted by someone tapping you on the shoulder. You turn around and see a familiar girl standing there. She’s got short brown hair and she smiles brightly at you. “Hey, you’re the famous (Y/n) (L/n), right?” She sarcastically asks.

“Ieiri Shoko!” You gasp and hug her. The two of you met whilst doing a skating show. She was a promising solo skater who retired from her competitive career early due to an injury but she’s still able to skate in commercial shows. “How did I not know you went to this university?” You ask her.

“Never told you, I guess.” She says, a mischievous smile on her face. “Hey, let’s take a picture together. The fan accounts will start conspiring again if we post it.”

“Oh, good one. I just love it when they do that.” You respond and she takes out her phone for a selfie. It attracts some attention and you hear people around you whisper, they seem to recognize you as the new famous transfer student. It results in a few others asking you for a picture and you comply, posing with them as if you’ve been best friends your whole lives. 

A door leading outside opens and you hear familiar voices while you pose with the last girl who asked you for a picture. 

“Shoko, you got another cig-” It’s Gojo’s voice, and he falls quiet upon seeing you. His blue eyes wide with surprise behind his round sunglasses, but then his gaze seems to soften into something else, calculated and alert. Like he’s found what he’s been looking for.

You turn to look at him and see Getou follow behind his friend, taking the last drag of a cigarette before throwing the bud outside and closing the door behind him. The girl who took the picture with you thanks you and quickly leaves.

“You friends with her?” Gojo asks Shoko with a playful smile.

“Yeah, you should try it.” She responds with a similar tone. The rest of your friends stand by silently, feeling the tension seep into the room. You were curious as to how those three had become friends. Shoko had always been quite the mystery to you, and this only expanded it.

Suddenly you feel a muscular arm being thrown over your shoulder and when you turn to see who it is, Sukuna grins back at you. The sudden proximity surprises you but you don’t know how to react to the whole Gojo situation right now, so you welcome his move. It seems Sukuna is not a big fan of Gojo either. ‘“She even gets you free beer if you’re real nice to her.” 

Gojo really can’t place what he’s feeling when he sees Sukuna act so close towards you. He knows that guy, he knows how he treats women and how they fall for his charm when he’s got all but good intentions with them. He just knows his teammate is doing this to get under his skin, and unfortunately it’s working. You’re Satoru’s project and he will not lose to Sukuna when it comes to getting you first. He subconsciously clenches his jaw.

“Okay, okay.” Getou joins the conversation and puts a hand on Satoru’s shoulder. “Let’s play some beer pong. If you lose you owe us some drinks.”

You cross your arms and lean into Sukuna a bit. “ If I lose.” 

You turn to Sukuna, his face close to yours. He looks back at you, his eyes gleaming with something dangerous. His canine teeth seem just a little sharper than Yuuji’s and his grin is dangerously attractive. Because of the closeness between you two you can see just a bit of white residue on the corner of his nose and his forwardness makes sense now. You decide to make use of the new dynamic, maybe you can provoke Gojo a little more this way. 

“Wanna team up?” You ask him. 

“You picked the right guy.”

You step away from him and you follow the group towards the table where they’re setting up the game. When Sukuna stops walking you beckon him and he raises his brows in return, asking ‘what’s up’ without any words. 

“You still got a little…” and you tap your nose. 

“Oh, thanks.” He says as he wipes it off. Sukuna hesitates for a moment, shortly looking you up and down as to estimate you. “Want some?” 

“After we win.” You say and grin at him. He gives you a look. He must be so generous with his stuff because he’s high, but he’s starting to like you. You weren’t the proper ice princess he thought you were. The table is set quite quickly and your friends gather around together with the hockey team and some other students at the party. People are always eager to cheer for a game of beer pong. 

“You get to start.” Getou says confidently as he throws the ball towards Sukuna who catches it with ease. 

“Famous last words.” Yuuji’s twin answers with his signature grin you’re getting used to. 

Sukuna opens with a clear shot that goes straight into one of Gojo and Getou’s cups and the group surrounding the table cheers loudly. Getou shrugs, still playing it cool, and he chugs the cup in just a few gulps. Suguru takes the ball and throws it in just as effortlessly as Sukuna. 

You reach for the cup but Sukuna stops you with his arm. “I’ll take the first.” He says and chugs the beer just like Getou did a minute ago. 

The game goes back and forth. For some reason you’re exceptionally good at beer pong tonight and you’re scoring more than Sukuna at this point who probably does this way more often than you. Gojo and you exchange snarky comments and the more time you spend looking at each other, the more you’re convinced you both know exactly what competitive dynamic is going on between you two. It doesn’t take long until Getou and Gojo only have one cup left, and right now it’s your turn to throw. Nobara, Yuuji and Megumi cheer you on and the whole party seems invested in the game. 

“You’re going to miss it so bad.” Getou teases, but it feels more like he’s trying to manifest it. 

“Sure, what do I get when I win?” You smile.

“When you win?” Gojo scoffs with an annoying grin.

“Whatever you want.” Suguru says as he looks at you with a lazy smile. You’re not stupid, you can read between the lines. 

“You guys will regret that one.” Is the last thing you say before you aim for the cup. You move your arm a few times to simulate the throw, biting your lip in concentration. 

When you finally throw the ball it moves with the perfect trajectory and lands in the final cup on the hockey players’ side. The crowd erupts into deafening cheers and before you know it, Sukuna loops one arm around your thighs and effortlessly lifts you up to celebrate. You have to steady yourself by placing an arm on his shoulder. The way he lifted you as if you weighed nothing made your stomach flip, and you scan the crowd to look at Getou and Gojo. You pout and drag your pointer finger across your cheek as to mock them that they should cry about it. Sukuna puts you down and immediately hugs you from the side, you can feel every inch of his muscles underneath his shirt and his hand hovers dangerously low on your back. He smells good too.

“Not so bad ice princess.” He says and releases you. 

“You did okay yourself.” 

He chuckles. “Let me know if you want some, I’m headed to the hallway where it’s less conspicuous.” 

“Yeah go ahead, be there in a bit.” You respond and turn towards Nobara, Megumi and Yuuji. 

Megumi has a small grin on his face and shakes his head from side to side. “It’s so good to have you here.”

“(Y/n),” Nobara starts and she presses herself to your side and leans towards you, “I fear you have declared war on Gojo now.”

 

–-

 

He’s leaning against the wall of a long hallway tapping away on his phone when you spot him. It’s true that there’s not a lot of people here so it’ll be less likely that anyone will see the two of you. Sukuna puts his phone away when he notices you, he looks around and grabs his keys from his pockets together with something else. 

“So, what do you have?” You ask him as you rake a hand through your hair.

“New designer drug, it’s like a mix between coke and molly.” 

You raise your brows. “Sounds good, is it safe?”

“Well I’m doing it and I’m not dead, am I?” Sukuna says bluntly. 

You don’t respond to that and just look at him. It’s only now that you notice how his pupils are dilated, it’s because of his dark brown eyes that it’s less visible. Sukuna’s cologne fills the air like it's part of his presence. It engulfs you the moment you’re near him, as if he just put on some more. He opens the packet of white powder and gets some of it on the end of one of his keys. Sukuna brings the key to his nose and inhales sharply, then rubs his nose so that there’s no traces left on his face. He offers you the key and the drugs.

“You’re not as tame as I expected.” He says as you take it from his hands. When his fingers brush against yours you notice his nail polish and suppress a small smile.

“Really?” You say as you copy his earlier movements and bring the key to your nose. It stings when you inhale the powder, and you tilt your head back to make sure you don’t waste any. The feeling makes you scrunch your face for a moment and you shake your head to get rid of the sensation. “Fuck, this shit stings.”

Sukuna chuckles and takes his keys and the drugs back from you, he then puts them back in his pockets. He offers you his can of beer and you thank him before you take a few sips to get rid of the taste at the back of your throat. 

“It gets better.” He says and you laugh at that.

“Well thanks, does Yuuji also have anything on him tonight or should I return to you for seconds?” You tease him.

He shrugs, playing it cool. But he realizes likes the way your eyes glint in this light.  “Probably, or I’ll pass the bag around.”

“Okay, thanks again. It was a good game, we should keep the team going at future parties.” You smile at him and you move to turn away from him.

“Wait.” He holds you back by your arm and pulls you towards him.

“What?”

“You still got a little…” Sukuna repeats your earlier words and swipes his thumb over the side of your nose, his hand lingers. The effect of the drugs hits you right in that moment, and you have to blink a few times. Suddenly it feels way better to breathe and to get the air into your lungs, like your chest is tingling. You’re still so close to Sukuna and he notices your shift in demeanor. He looks entertained, a satisfied grin crosses his face. 

“Oh, that’s it.” He says under his breath and with his hand that still lingered on your face he grabs the side of it, he runs his thumb across your cheek a few times. “How’s that feel?” 

The tingling spreads towards your limbs and you inhale and exhale deeply and you look up at Sukuna. Your skin feels different being touched now that the drug has kicked in, it must be why he’s so physical with you right now. You decide you’ll test him a little.

“Feels good.” You answer as you hold eye contact with him. 

Sukuna could not have expected the rush of attraction that washed over him in that moment. Sure, you were talented, hot, popular, the ideal girl for any of the players on the team. But he normally doesn’t really care for such things, he just fucks around and moves on. Maybe it’s his competitiveness with Gojo that makes him break eye contact to briefly look at your lips. Maybe it’s because Yuuji told him he might have a crush on you after that day they saw you compete. Sukuna loves ruining the plans of others and sitting back to watch the chaos unfold. He takes that for himself and right now he’s thinking that, maybe, he should do the same with you. How could he best ruin you? He chuckles another time and his hand slides from your face down to the back of your neck where his thumb traces your jaw. It takes a lot to keep himself from indulging in the urge to feel how your neck would fit in his grasp. Sukuna inhales before sliding his hand to your shoulder, and he pushes you away softly. 

“Have fun at the party, princess.”

“Yeah.” Is all you can say before you turn around and walk away from him, your heart hammering in your chest. 

You take a deep breath once again and start to feel a little bit clearer in your head now that you’re moving. Sukuna wasn’t lying about the drugs, it did feel like a mix between molly and coke. Physically you felt amazing and you felt more relaxed, any anxiety of what would happen tonight faded and you were ready to see where the night took you. The ghost of Sukuna’s touch remained on your skin. You could still taste his cologne at the back of your throat, as if he’d devoured you front he inside and out already. 

It takes a second to get used to the loud music in the living room but it doesn’t take long for you to spot Nobara, Yuuji and Megumi. 

“Hey guys!” You yell over the music as you join the trio. 

“(Y/n)!” Nobara yells back and slings an arm around your shoulders. “I thought we wouldn’t see you again!”

“Oh, I know what happened.” Yuuji grins as he looks at you. “You look energized.”

Megumi snickers. “Okay, so the party has really started now. Guess I’ll pay Sukuna a visit as well.”

Nobara leans into you. “Sounds like a plan, let’s all get fucked up tonight!” 

The four of you dance together, and it’s even better now that you’re feeling so light. The music pounds through the speakers and you’re really able to let go of any thoughts and worries you might have had. It’s been so long since you could spend some quality time with your best friends, and Megumi and you have yet to sit down together and discuss some things. But that moment will not be tonight, maybe tomorrow when everyone’s hungover. As you dance you catch Yuuji’s eyes a couple of times, a gentle smile always present on his lips. He’s cute, and you’re sure he’s a better guy than most of his teammates, but you’re not sure if you want to get into that with him. Maybe not tonight, maybe you shouldn’t get yourself into complicated situations with Megs' close friends for now. The boys leave after a while to get their own powder from Sukuna and you and Nobara have the time of your lives. When the boys come back they seem giddy and you can’t help but smile at them. Yuuji subtly hands Nobara a small packet he seems to have gotten from his brother and the girl leaves for the bathroom. 

“I’m going to get another drink, do you two also want something?” You ask Yuuji and Megumi. The two nod and you leave for the kitchen to get your beers out of the fridge.

When you arrive there you open the fridge and see that half of the drinks you brought have been taken. You sigh at your own stupidity, you should have kept your beers somewhere else. “Should’ve known…” You mumble.

“Lost your drinks?” An unfamiliar voice says. You turn towards the sound and see a somewhat familiar guy standing there. He’s from the hockey team, but you haven’t officially met him. He’s got dark brown hair and some really heavy bags underneath his eyes.

“Yeah…” You sheepishly smile. He’s leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed. “I don’t think we’ve met.” You state.

“I’m Chousou.” He says. 

Suddenly feeling very self conscious under his intense gaze, you quickly grab the two remaining beers out of the fridge. Then you turn to him. “I’m (Y/n).”

He gives you a small smile. “Yeah, I knew that.”

“Oh, right. Sorry…” You don’t really know why you’re apologizing. Maybe it’s the drugs or maybe it’s Chousou, but holding eye contact with him seems like the hardest thing in the world right now. Another quick glance his way and you notice something even more familiar about him, but you can’t completely place it.

Chousou seems to recognize the look you’re giving him and he gives you a small smile. “I’m Yuuji and Sukuna’s cousin.” 

“No way!” It clicks for you and suddenly you feel a lot less self conscious. “I had no idea, I was just getting a beer for Yuuji, Megumi and I.”

“Here.” He hands you an unopened can that was next to him on the counter.

“You sure?” You ask him as you hesitantly take it from him.

He smiles again. “It’s fine, you can give it to Yuuji. I’ll see you around.” Chousou says as he leaves. The interaction still feels weird to you, and you didn’t even know that Yuuji and Sukuna had another family member at this university. 

You try to shake off the feeling and return to your friends. It takes some effort to maneuver through the dancing crowd and to find your friends, but you’re successful in the end. When you see Yuuji and Megumi you notice Nobara has returned as well and you hand the boys the drinks.

“Sorry, I haven’t gotten you one. Drinks got stolen.” You yell to Nobara over the loud music. Nobara smiles and shakes her head at you, silently telling you it’s fine. Suddenly you’re feeling very hot and decide it’s best to get some fresh air, the drugs is still making you feel amazing but you need to cool down for a bit. 

“I think I’m going outside, get some fresh air. Be right back!” 

 

–-

 

When you step outside the evening air immediately hits your skin and you sigh. With both of your hands you toss your hair from your neck and it feels good to cool down. Breathing feels even better now than before, and you decide to look for Sukuna. You look around and spot some of the hockey players outside, Shoko, some other girls from university. When you look to your left you see Getou smoking a cigarette whilst leaning against the wall. You instantly make eye contact with him and he smirks at you.

“Want a hit?” He says playfully.

“No thanks.” You frown at him, but you can’t hide your smile. It’s hard to be hostile towards him when he’s not really done anything to you. It’s just the fact that he’s Gojo’s best friend. You notice yourself walking towards him anyway.

“I heard from Sukuna you’re having a great night.” Suguru teases you, and he takes a hit from the cigarette. It suits him somehow.

“He’s generous.” You stop next to him and look up at him. “What are you on?” Suguru blows the smoke from his cigarette in your face and you have to wave it away with one hand.

“Same as you.”

“Having fun?” You ask him and he just nods at you, then takes another hit.

“So,” Getou starts, flicking some of the ash from the cigarette on the ground “I have a question for you.”

“Go ahead.”

“What’s the deal with you and our coach?”

This makes you frown. “What do you mean?” 

Suguru chuckles. “Did you fuck him?” 

His question surprises you so much that you can’t help but burst out in laughter. 

“What! He’s Megumi’s dad, are you kidding?” You manage to say through your laughing fit.

Suguru breaks his cool facade and laughs with you. “Don’t worry. I was kidding, doll .” He sarcastically repeats the nickname and it makes the two of you laugh again. 

“Hey, don’t ask me why he calls me that. Must be to piss off Megs.”  

Getou hums in agreement. “The old pervert would do that.”

Silence stretches between the two of you. You notice Suguru glancing up at you a few times and you stay quiet in the hope that he shares what’s on his mind. He doesn’t say anything, and your own curiosity takes over. 

“What is it?” 

“Okay.” A short laugh escapes his lips. “I was thinking… I don’t want to pry but…” 

Suguru seems so bashful this way, you’re almost convinced it’s real. Almost. He plays the part well, it even suits him. He’s beautiful like this, his eyes a mystery, a small smile on his lips. You wonder how he and Gojo met and if they had ever exchanged similar glances.

“The way you parted with your former coach–” 

“You looked me up?” The answer tears out of you before you can stop yourself, betraying your temper. It’s not hard to find the stories online, it’s not hard to fall into the rabbit hole of rumors and theories. However, you don’t know Suguru and you’re ashamed of how it ended with your former coach. It’s a secret sealed in ice, a stain on your record you’d rather forget. This isn’t something you want the hockey team to get a hold of. 

His expression slips, there’s a twitch of amusement there before it’s gone, like he’s mocking you. Then, his expression shifts into something else, apologetic and kind. You can’t put a finger on him. “I’m sorry, I’ll drop it. Don’t worry.” A soft smile graces his features once more, and you’re almost gutted by how easily Getou disarms you.

“Yeah, whatever.” It’s you who breaks eye contact first, feeling almost sad about the way you snapped at him even though he was obviously provoking you. Right now, you should change the subject. Suddenly remembering why you’re here to begin with, you look around. “Have you seen Sukuna?” You ask him.

“Looking for some more?”

You give him a sly grin, trying to lighten the mood. “Maybe.”

Suguru pushes himself off the wall and throws the bud of his cigarette to the ground. “Haven’t seen him around for a bit, but Satoru's got a bag.” 

Getou steps towards you and suddenly he’s really close. It’s subtle, but the mood shifts, pulling your guard up. The hockey player is being bold and you don’t want to lose, so you don’t step back. You just look up at him with your (e/c) eyes, your arms crossed. Suguru’s eyes flit between yours.

“You sure?” You ask him, trying to get him to back out.

He gives you a sly smile and nods, slowly. You now realize why he’s best friends with Gojo. It was dumb of you to think that Suguru was the kind one of the two, they were two sides of the same coin. He’s sly and calculated, the complete opposite of Gojo’s playful directness. Of course he would be on Gojo’s side in this stupid situation, you should have known better. Still, he has a charm that differs from his friends’. Even after realizing what kind of guy he is, you still feel like he is kind. Suguru’s been nicer to you than Gojo was and it gives you the false impression that he is safer to be around. With the drugs in your system it’s easy to like him, he’s handsome and easygoing. Who wouldn’t be tempted? Maybe it'll be easier to talk to Gojo now that you are high. Maybe it’s not all that bad. Maybe you can fix this drama tonight. Just briefly, you see something shift in Getou’s dark eyes. His smile widens just a bit, he’s on to you. 

“Don’t worry, he can be nice.” Suguru says softly as he reaches for a strand of your hair and puts it behind your ear. He thinks back to that night with Gojo in their dorm. Getou wasn’t kidding when he told him he’d fuck you given the chance, but he just loves the idea of seeing how Gojo is going to play with you, so he contains himself.

Something flutters in your stomach. You try to convince yourself that it’s because you’re high. He’s really charming and he knows it. You have to do something to convince him that he doesn’t have power over you right now. 

“I’m not worried.” You try to sound confident as you push his hand away. 

Getou chuckles and pushes past you, giving you a look you can’t decipher. Before you turn around you can hear him call for Gojo and your stomach drops. You’ll have to do it now, you can’t back down. Being honest with Getou was a mistake and he’ll use it against you if you don’t stand your ground with Gojo. When you turn around you see him talk to his best friend. They’re standing with some of their hockey buddies and some other guys you don’t know. Getou’s back is turned to you and you can see Gojo. You can’t hear what’s being said, but Gojo smirks and his blue eyes catch yours over Suguru’s shoulder. Satoru puts a hand on his friends’ shoulder and moves. He’s walking towards you now. You lift your chin and straighten your back. 

Gojo stops right in front of you, his hands nonchalantly in his pockets. He tilts his head to the side and gives you an annoying grin. “I was just gonna take some more, Suguru told me you wanted to join. You coming?”

“Yeah.”

Chapter 3

Notes:

I promise we're getting back to the skating stuff soon lol

Following Gojo through the hallway you really hope not too many people have spotted you two leaving together, you really don’t want any rumours to spread. Whereas Sukuna was okay with doing the drugs right here in the hallway, Gojo had other plans. He doesn’t look back at you, he doesn’t say anything. You’re left staring at his back with your mind racing as fast as it possibly can to estimate what he was about to do or say. What did he have planned? Gojo opens a door and it leads to a large bathroom. He steps in and only looks back at you when he notices you’re not immediately following. If it throws him off or irritates him, he doesn’t show it. It was easy to see through him before but he feels like a complete mystery right now. For a moment it crosses your mind if you should be scared of him. Were you stupidly walking into his trap? Something about him is magnetic and otherworldly, his charms work on everyone including you, but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing it does. If he tried anything in there that you didn’t agree with, how would you get out? He looks at you, his eyes completely unreadable.

“Sorry, I’m a bit more shy than Sukuna.” Gojo says playfully.

Keeping quiet, you wait for him to reveal more. 

“I really can’t have anyone find out about this. If it comes out it’ll ruin my career, you get it.” 

Oh, he’s good. You really can’t tell if he’s being honest or if he’s successfully manipulating you. Still contemplating you lean against the doorpost and cross your arms. It’s time to move. If there’s one thing you know for sure about Gojo, despite having known him for just a week, it’s that he’s clever. He’s right about the career thing, and reflecting on your earlier moment with Sukuna you know it could have had catastrophic consequences if someone saw and decided to leak the information or take a picture of it. You push yourself off the doorpost and step inside, then you close the door behind you. On his lips is a small smile. 

“Suppose I do.” You answer him. 

Gojo breaks out into a grin and leans back against the sink. “Now isn’t this great? We’re bonding! Satoru and (Y/n) doing lines together in the bathroom. Classy, real classy.” 

He’s reaching for the bag in his pocket and after he finds it he takes out his keys as well. 

The resistance you feel when talking to him is something he’s playing into right now. He hasn’t played it cool like this before. He’s been angry and lost his composure in front of you, now he’s trying to turn the tables and you can’t let him. Maybe you can test the waters, see what kind of chemistry the two of you would have. Though, you’ll have to be careful. Somehow you know it’d be easy to lose yourself in Gojo Satoru and with the way he’s looking at you, giving you his undivided attention, he might be thinking the same about you. 

“Okay, what’s your deal?” You ask him with a teasing smile on your face, taking a step closer to him. Perhaps honesty might work.

Gojo looks at you curiously. He observes you, not at all ashamed that he’s staring at you. “Hmm? What’s yours?”

He shortly huffs and looks down, acting uninterested just like you had done at the rink before. Using your own techniques against you? Gojo opens the bag and scoops some drugs out on his key. In a smooth movement he brings the key to his nose and snorts if off. He exhales through his mouth, reveling in the feeling for a moment. When he looks back at you he smiles again and you can see his dilated pupils through his sunglasses. 

“Ah, so that’s why you’re still wearing them.” You chuckle and step closer to him, reaching for his glasses. Gojo lets you take them, quietly keeping his eyes on you. “It’s a little obvious what kind of night you’re having without them.”

“And they look great on me.” He adds with a small grin.

You click your tongue and put his glasses on. There’s a mirror behind Gojo and you lean to the side to get a look of yourself with his sunglasses on. “Maybe I’ll keep them.”

Gojo laughs at you. “Like hell you will.” 

You push the glasses up into your hair and try to give him your most innocent look. Shortly looking down to his hands, then you hold out your own. “Wanna trade?” 

Gojo’s eyes widen and although he’s grinning down at you, you see him clench his jaw. Though, you’re not sure if it’s because of the drugs or if you’re pissing him off. 

“You really are so fucking annoying, you know that?” He says through gritted teeth. Satoru hates how easy it is for you to piss him off, he barely understands it and he needs to know why you know exactly which buttons to press. 

“You’re so kind, just like Suguru said.” 

Satoru raises an eyebrow at that but composes himself shortly after. Something stirred inside of him when you said his best friends’ name. It rolled off your tongue so casually. He wants to convince himself he imagined it but he swears the tone of your voice was almost seductive. What the fuck were you doing? Don’t you know he’s got you all to himself here? Don’t you realize the situation you could end up in? No, he knows you do. Gojo knows you’re not stupid and that’s why you know he wouldn’t do something idiotic like cross a line. He offers you the packet of drugs and his keys but when you move to grab them he suddenly raises his hands far above your reach. 

“You were saying?” Gojo chuckles.

“Oh, come on.” This is not a game you want to play with him. “Hand it over.” 

Gojo can’t stop smiling down on you. He loves this feeling of power over you, even if it’s something small like this. “Making demands now? Really, you’re spoiled. All those figure skaters are the same.”

“Whatever you say. I thought we were gonna do lines together? Your words, not mine.” 

He decides to push his luck.

“Beg.”

Despite the effects of the drugs lingering in your system, his command sobers you up instantly. He caught you by surprise and you can’t help but stare at him for a moment. This guy is even worse than you thought. Tonight was not going to be the night you’d resolve the drama between the two of you. Gojo had just decided to keep it going. 

“I’m not going to beg you for drugs like some crackhead, Gojo.” You sigh. 

“Satoru.” He corrects you. 

Something coils in your stomach, you almost like it. The air between the two of you seems like it’s made out of pure tension alone. He’s pushing it. Oh, he’s pushing it so bad. At the same time he’s giving you an opportunity he’s not even aware of. It’s a chance to reel him in just a little. You know your charm somewhat affects him, otherwise you wouldn’t even be in this situation to begin with. You take a small step to get even closer to him. You’re now standing in between his legs and you look up at him, challenge written all over you. 

You say it slowly and make sure to pronounce the syllables step by step. “Satoru.” 

His grin falters a bit and his eyes soften into something more satisfied, something excited. As if you’re his new toy that just keeps entertaining him. Gojo’s blue eyes flicker between yours and he lowers his arms. You instantly reach for the bag and he pulls it away to his side. “Uh-uh.” He mocks you.

Satoru scoops some of the drugs on the key and holds it out to you. It infuriates you. He’s really pushing your limits here and it’s working. Even though there’s no one around, it feels humiliating. Just because he’ll know. Just because he’ll know you followed his stupid orders like you’re his little lap dog. Gojo can make anyone do what he wants, and you won’t be an exception. He knows you hate it and it turns him on. He almost lets out a curse when he sees you move your head towards the key. Fuck, you’re actually doing it. It’s better than he imagined. You inhale the powder all at once and rub your nose afterwards. Sukuna was right when he’d said it got better with the sting however, it still wasn’t comfortable. 

“That’s a good girl.” Gojo says underneath his breath. 

You have to look anywhere but at him. With the new high coursing through your system and him so close to you it’s really hard to hide just how much he affected you. You pray he doesn’t see it. Instead, you focus on the high and close your eyes. 

Gojo doesn’t let you. You feel a hand grab your chin between its fingers. It startles you and your eyes snap open. A chuckle escapes his lips at your reaction. “Hey, don’t space out on me. You’ve just earned your prize.” He teases.

“You’re so fucking annoying.” You whisper, repeating his earlier words. 

“You get to do an actual line with Gojo Satoru. Aren’t you honored?”

“I’ve had better.” You taunt him. 

Once again you manage to anger him whilst playing exactly to what he’s into. He swallows thickly and considers moving his hand from your chin to your neck just to shut you up for a moment. He imagines yours on his, and he shivers. Satoru quickly recomposes himself and removes his hand, touching you was too dangerous now. His sudden movement doesn’t escape you. The power is slowly tilting towards your side once more. 

“Move.” He says and doesn’t wait for you to comply before he pushes himself off the sink. Gojo pushes you away and you have to take a step back to catch yourself.

The hockey player looks around the bathroom. His eyes dart to every direction and he keeps clenching his jaw. You now realize he must have had way more drugs than you tonight. There’s a small rectangular mirror leaning on a cabinet. He takes it and lays it down on the flat surface. Gojo empties his bag on the mirror and grabs his wallet from his pocket. He takes out his student card and carefully shapes the little mound of white powder into two  lines. You’re a little hesitant to snort so much of it after having just taken more, Gojo must realize that. Or maybe this is just his usual serving, he’s way taller than you after all. 

He finishes shaping the lines and sighs. “There you go.”

“Wow, almost as generous as Sukuna.” 

Gojo rolls his eyes at that. “Sure.” He puts his student card back in his wallet and retrieves a banknote from it that’s worth way too much money. He rolls it up into a perfect little tube and looks at you with a smirk. “I bet you already sucked him off like his good little princess. Did you know that’s what he calls all the girls he wants to fuck?” 

You raise your brows at him. “Jealous?"

“You know he’s only all over you because he likes provoking Yuuji.” 

“And you, apparently.” You fire back at him.

He falls quiet and you know you’ve pissed him off again. Silently you take the rolled up banknote from him and your hands touch shortly. Gojo’s jaw clenches again and he swallows. His pupils have dilated so much there’s only just a ring of blue left. You tear your eyes away from him and put your nose to the tube, you hover it above one of the lines and inhale deeply. The line disappears in one movement. It’s a lot, you immediately feel this one. You hear Gojo let out a low whistle just like the one on the rink when you first saw him. You have to shake your head and blink a few times to clear your head. This time your whole body is tingling, and you have to lean back against the wall to let the feeling pass through you. Satoru’s not really on your mind right now and you silently feel him take the banknote tube from your hand. When you come back to your senses you see him snort the line off the mirror and he lets out a relieved sigh afterwards. The taste of the drug lingers at the back of your throat again and you walk past him to the sink. You grab a cup that was already there and fill it up with water, then you gulp it down in one go. Breathing feels so good again and you inhale and exhale deeply. You put the cup down and lean against the sink like Gojo did before. 

When you decide to look at him once more you see that he’s staring you down now. A feeling sinks to your stomach and you can’t decide if it’s good or bad. No, it’s bad. For the first time you’re scared of him. It’s like he’s had a realization and he moves. Gojo steps towards you and when he reaches one of his hands to your face you can’t help but shut your eyes and hold your breath. 

“What?” He mumbles as you feel him remove his sunglasses from your head. 

You slowly dare to open your eyes again and his gaze pins you down. It’s almost shocking to see how he’s looking at you, detached and arrogant. He tucks the sunglasses over the collar of his shirt. Gojo then moves his hand towards you again and you try to subtly shift away, but you’re backed against the sink. Then, he softly threads his fingers through your hair. It’s unexpected, and you can’t help but let out a soft sigh when you feel his nails scrape against your scalp. The high makes it feel so good that you want him to touch you more, and your eyes flutter. The grim feeling returns to your gut when you see him tighten his jaw and grin. Suddenly his fingers clench together in a fist at the base of your neck and he pulls down hard. The ecstatic feeling mixes with sharp pain. Your breath hitches in your throat and one of your hands reaches for his wrist, but you can’t pry him away. Satoru presses himself against you, his eyes flit between yours again. His hesitation gives you a moment to think and your other hand finds his chest for some kind of leverage. The adrenaline coursing through your veins creates a new feeling of anger next to the existing fear that Gojo instills in you. 

“Look at you, you’re nothing. How do you keep getting on my nerves like that?” He whispers and then repeats your earlier question. “What’s your fucking deal, huh?”

“Satoru-”

“Shut the fuck up.” He hisses through his teeth.

You can feel his heart beat wildly through his chest. Slowly, your anger builds again. But Gojo’s on high alert, he can see the glint of defiance in your eyes. He huffs and pulls on your hair even harder. You let out a small cry. 

“Even if half the damn team wants to fuck you, it won’t be long until you’re irrelevant. Nobody will give a fuck no matter how many fancy tricks you can do. You just need to go down at one competition.”

With great effort you manage to scoff at him through your pain. Gojo’s face falls just the slightest bit, but it’s enough for you. 

The hand that you had planted on his chest balls into a fist. “Just get the fuck over yourself, Satoru.” You hiss back at him and pull him towards you. 

His face is so close to yours now that your noses touch. Then you feel that the grip on your hair softens and he pushes your head towards his. Satoru’s lips meet yours almost violently. His nails dig into your scalp again and you groan at the feeling, giving him an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Gojo’s other hand finds your waist and squeezes your side with the same intensity, his fingers eagerly finding the exposed skin between your top and jeans. Despite the way he treated you just now, you’d be lying if you said you haven’t been wanting to kiss him. But you can’t lose yourself in him yet. You have to somehow keep this between you and him before he boasts about it to the team, but it’s hard to even think about that when Gojo is kissing you passionately. It’s almost overwhelming, it feels so good on your new high and it’s an even better feeling knowing that he’s experiencing the same. The hand you had on his chest moves to his head and you rake your fingers through his hair, feeling the soft strands between your digits. He seems to like it, you feel a hint of a smile on his lips through the kiss. It’s almost romantic but you realize it must be the situation feeding his ego that makes him enjoy the moment so much. Two can play this game. With the right amount of force you tug on his hair and he moves back, breaking the kiss in surprise. Gojo is breathing heavily and he looks down at you with half-lidded eyes, the small smile still dancing on his lips. You figured it would have angered him again, but it’s had the opposite effect. Satoru tries to lean back in to kiss you again but you tug at his hair once more to stop him. He actually stays back and a sigh escapes the back of his throat. Or did he just suppress a moan? You try to search his eyes for a hint but he’s looking into yours for clues just the same.

Gojo blinks a few times. His hand that was in your hair moves to cup the side of your face and he brushes his thumb across your bottom lip. Satoru studies your face, fighting the urge to push his digit into your mouth as far as he can until you choke on it. But with you pulling his hair he’s way too distracted, tempted to shut his eyes and revel in the feeling. The high of the drugs makes him want to see what else you’ve got in store for him. He’ll entertain you, or does he want you to entertain him? Most girls just surrendered to him when given the chance but you can’t give up the fight even now. What does it take for you to break? Satoru is just in awe of you. If he can’t kiss you he’ll think of something else. The hand that was on your waist slides to your hip and he hooks two fingers over the waistband of your jeans, pulling your hips into his. It changes something. He can’t derive what it is from the look in your eyes but your fingers loosen their grip and your hand slides down. Down his neck, his chest, your nails dig into his ribs for a moment before they slowly move down again. Fuck, he wants you to continue but you flatten your hand against his abdomen. Gojo knows what you’re trying to do. Before you can push him off, his thumb slips down together with his hand and he circles your throat. He doesn’t put much pressure on but it’s enough for you to widen your eyes in surprise before you quickly recompose yourself. Your reaction entertains him, he loves it. Satoru, having regained control, pulls your head back towards him now. The fingers leave your jeans and his big hand presses against the small of your back. His hips grind into yours once more and you push back. Gojo notices you avert your gaze, looking down at where you’re pressed together. Do you want him to go further? He can’t figure you out and once again he realizes he’s enjoying it so much. This game you’re playing with him, he doesn’t want it to end. His forehead meets yours and he decides to wait just a little bit longer before he kisses you again. Maybe he can get you to make the move first, it’d be perfect. Satoru feels you reach underneath his shirt and to his back, pulling him in. Your body feels so good against his and combined with the high of the drugs he’s almost feeling light headed. He can only fantasize of your bare skin against his. Gojo wants to kiss you again, but he wants you to kiss him more. He needs it. It’d be so much better, so much more satisfying to know he’s not just taking from you. Somebody is finally able to challenge him and he can’t wait to see if you’ll be able to take something from him too.

“Come on then.” Gojo breathes.

A small smirk forms on your lips and Satoru’s mind reels. For a moment he imagines what it would look like if the two of you were actually together, how he would parade you around the campus like his most prized possession. He can almost see it, the attention it would generate, the posts on social media. If both of your careers really took off there might even be some headlines here and there. The idea exhilarates him. Maybe he should really pursue you, take this seriously.

 “Want me to pull your hair again, big boy?”

“Fuck off.” He smiles through the insult. You’re teasing him, he knows it. He just can’t think straight anymore, he’s so fucking hard right now. Satoru is so high off his ass he can’t decide what he wants you to be to him.

Gojo’s had enough and he squeezes your throat. He loves the feeling of your body tensing underneath his grip and he goes in for a kiss again. You immediately open your mouth for him and kiss him back. It’s enough satisfaction for him and he can’t help but moan into your mouth. Gojo’s reaction spurs you on and you decide you want to leave him something to remember you by even more. With just the right amount of force to leave some marks, you scratch your nails down his back. Satoru’s body tenses and he moans again but doesn’t break the kiss. Instead he bites your lower lip, releases your neck and slides his hand down your chest. He doesn’t touch you more, he simply rests his hand just below the swell of your breast. Everything is a mystery with him. One moment you expect him to ravage you whole, the other it seems as if he likes the suggestion of it more than actually doing it. Or does he like edging himself with it? Figuring him out will be a treat. You notice Gojo is getting more feverish by the second, his hands itching to touch more of you. He bites your lip again before breaking the kiss. This time he stays close to you, his nose brushes against your cheek and he squeezes your waist again. You swear if he keeps doing it he’ll leave bruises. 

“We’re having an after in my dorm tonight, you should come.” Gojo mumbles against the skin of your neck. He sounds so distracted you’re surprised he even managed to get it out. 

“Who is 'we'?" You ask with a sigh as you angle your throat to give him better access. He immediately plants a few soft kisses on the skin.

“Suguru, me, some guys from the team- whoever you want.” Satoru breathes and experimentally gives you a small bite. You know it won’t leave a mark, he’s surprisingly gentle with you all of the sudden. His touches and kisses feel like something precious, almost like you’re his girlfriend.

“Hmm, I’ll think about it.” 

Gojo hums a disappointed sound against your neck, almost like a whine, and he squeezes your waist again. You put a hand to his chest and he moves back, looking you in the eyes. When you meet his gaze he seems happy, almost satisfied. Almost, if it weren’t for that mischievous glint that always lingered in that bright blue. That intangible shimmer. 

“You know what we should do?” He says, lowering his voice to a playful tone. 

“Well?”

Gojo grins excitedly and quickly pecks you on the lips, his eyes wide and wild. “We should start a rumour we’re dating, post some pictures together. Fans would love it.”

You can’t help but chuckle at him. He must have had way too much drugs, or he really is a bit bipolar. It’s strange to see how he can’t decide between hating or adoring you. You pat his chest a few times. “Or would you?” 

He sucks in a breath through his teeth. “It’d be fun, at least.”

“Gonna propose to me next?” 

“Oh, shut up. You know you’d get some extra sponsorships out of it, probably.” Gojo leans his head to the side, he’s really trying to get you to play along with his stupid idea. He’s running his fingers up and down your sides absent mindedly. It’s gentle and once again reminds you of the touch of a lover, like he genuinely likes you.

“I don’t need them.” You say, challenging him again.

He raises his eyebrows. “Really? Figure skating’s expensive.”

“Really.”

“Okay, come to the afterparty then. I’m rich anyway, maybe I’ll sponsor you.”

It’s clear he’s just trying to get you to do something he wants, whatever it may be. He’s even going as far as to try and bribe you and you wonder how many girls he’s gotten into his bed with the same words. Right now he seems comfortable in your presence instead of the perturbed state he was in before. Sadly, you could already sense it was temporary. Your defiance to his suggestions is making that sharp jaw clench again. It’s subtle and easy to miss with the charming way he’s looking at you, but you notice it nonetheless. 

“You should have gone into figure skating, you know?” You say as you softly push him away. He’s rattled enough by your statement that he lets go of you, the grin on his face falling. You walk towards the door and he takes a step to follow you. Before you leave you decide to turn around and move back towards him. You lean close to his face and the tension from before seeps back into the room, it’s as if the intimate moment between you and him never happened. “It could have all been yours. The attention, the praise and appreciation, the applause. No team to drag you down. It’s a shame, really. I think, maybe, you could have been one of the strongest.”

Gojo raises his chin and takes a step back from you, opening and closing his mouth as if he can’t decide what to shoot back at you. He doesn’t say anything anymore, you just see his jaw clench and unclench. You give him a small smile before you tear your eyes away from him and then you open the door and leave. When you enter the hallway again it dawns on you that your friends are probably looking for you. Will rumours spread once they hear you left somewhere with Gojo? You have to counter it. Looking back you see that Gojo hasn’t followed you yet. Good, you up your pace and move your hands through your hair a few times in an attempt to fix it. You wouldn’t want it to be obvious you just made out with someone. When you return to the living room you see almost all of your friends on the dance floor and the hockey team also made it there. You spot Getou who’s standing close to Yuuji and the others and you make a beeline for him. The dark haired hockey player lights up with a mischievous glint in his eye when he sees you and you notice him looking for his best friend too.

“Hey! Where’s Satoru?” Suguru smiles as he leans towards you to make himself more audible over the loud music. 

You look at the rest of the guys he’s with. It’s Naoya, Sukuna and Chousou. Yuuji and the others don’t really notice your conversation. You put on an awkward smile and raise your voice, making sure the others hear you as well. “I was actually looking for you. He’s in the bathroom. I think he might have had a little too much, you should go to him.” 

“Oh, okay. Thanks for letting me know.” Getou somehow believes you immediately and leaves to look for Gojo.

Sukuna and Naoya burst out in laughter, absolutely losing it at the idea of Gojo barfing into a toilet. At least now they won’t suspect you kind of hooked up with him. Naoya leans towards you. “Hey, you coming to the after?” 

“Maybe! Gotta ask what Nobara and Megumi are doing.” You smile politely at him. 

Sukuna grins at you and leans close as well, putting a big hand on your shoulder. “You should come! We’re going to have a good time tonight, huh?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” You yell over the music and smile at him. Then you take Sukuna’s hand off your shoulder and turn away from them, immediately finding Yuuji and the others. 

“(Y/n)!” Megumi greets you with a big smile on his face and slings an arm around your shoulders. He was definitely high, otherwise Megumi was never that physical with others.

“Sorry I left you for so long, got held up by some asshole!” You pout.

Nobara gasps dramatically. “What did he do and why was it Gojo?” 

“It’s nothing to worry about- you guys going to the afterparty?”

Yuuji shrugs his shoulders. “Maybe! Nobara, Megumi?”

The pair looks at each other. Megumi shrugs carefully but Nobara seems less excited. You understand where she’s coming from. It would probably be an afterparty with all guys aside from Nobara, you and Shoko as the exception. When you make eye contact with her you give each other a knowing look. 

 

Chapter 4

Notes:

y'all should be ready to get freaky and this is just the start

Everything in front of your eyes is a blur and you try to find a focuspoint, a line like the horizon to ground you. 

“(Y/n)!” Her voice is stern and you cringe internally. 

The world stops whirling around you, and you meet Yuki’s eyes. Your back hurts from spinning in the beillmann position but your coach’s sharp look almost hurts more. With a sigh you rest both hands on your sides and look down. 

“You’ve been slacking this whole practice session, just look at how much you’re traveling on your spins! The next competition is in a week, you have to get it back together before that time. This was going to be your season, right?” She says.

“I’m sorry, I’m having a hard time concentrating today. The transfer has been a lot to get used to.” Is the excuse you give her. But really, flashes of laughter, whispers, half-smiles and lips against yours, your skin and another’s ricochet in your head like echoes against the rink’s walls. It’s been days, but you can’t get it out of your mind.

She sighs, glancing at the time then back to you. “You think you’re still up for some triple axel drills?” 

You catch the low rumble of voices from the hallway coming from near the changing rooms, and your stomach sinks. The hockey team. Of course, they’re here earlier than they should be and the irritation rises hot and quick in your chest. The idea of running into them now makes your skin prickle, you don’t trust yourself to keep your composure. You pray they’ll leave you alone, though you know better than to hope. A quick glance in that direction tells you Toji isn’t around yet. Doubt presses in for a split second, but figure skating leaves no space for hesitation. Quitting isn’t in your blood, not in this sport. So you push forward, even if your legs are shaking.

“I can do it.” 

“Yeah, you sure?” Sukuna’s annoying grin couldn’t seem to leave his features. 

The afterparty in Gojo and Getou’s dorm was loud and stuffy. With just a few people in there it was crowded already. You could feel the pair dissecting you with their eyes. Better to focus on Sukuna’s brand of stupidity than to give them the satisfaction of your attention. You wouldn’t allow them, even for a second, to manifest the thought that they had any power over you. 

Sukuna dug one of his keys into a can of beer and handed it to you. He did the same to another and another, and together with him and Naoya you shotgunned the beers. The hockey players finished before you did, which you had expected, but you managed to make it to the end of yours. Sukuna crumpled the can in his hand and you just put yours on a low coffee table in the middle of the room. Naoya let out a satisfied sigh.

Gojo and Getou sat on their couch, heads bowed to one another in a conversation of whispers, their eyes sometimes flitted towards you or others in the room. The loud music and the sound of other people talking over it hushed their conversation. Yuuji was smoking a blunt near the window with his cousin, Chousou. Shoko leaned on the windowsill next to them, a cigarette between her fingers. Nobara and Megumi were having their own conversation in a corner of the room. A hand grabbing yours distracted you, and when you looked up you saw Sukuna with a dangerous gleam in his eyes. 

“Dance with me, princess.” His voice was low and seductive. 

You rolled your eyes and before the hockey player could pull you into him you felt how another arm snaked around your waist and pulled you away from him. It was Megumi, and you were relieved he came to your rescue. This whole night had been a blur, and you were so distracted by the effort of deflecting the hockey team’s mind games that you had ignored him a little bit. But both you and Megumi, having done more than enough drugs for the night, weren’t the most level headed at the moment.

“Come on, man.” Sukuna groaned. 

“Sorry, not sorry. Find someone else to bore.” Megumi smirked at him. 

When the two of you settled in a corner of the room Megumi gave you an annoyed look, but something soft behind his eyes betrayed how he really felt. The two of you were high off your asses and you loved annoying him when you were both like that.

“What?” You asked him.

“I know you want to ‘prove yourself’ or whatever, but you don’t owe these guys anything. You know that, right?” 

“Thanks Megs, but I gotta show them who’s boss here.” 

“Be serious for one second.” He rolled his eyes, the hint of a smile on his lips.

“I’ll give you attention soon enough, okay?” You smile at him.

“Not what I asked.” 

“You didn’t miss me?” 

“Let’s check when our schedules align, we should grab a coffee and properly catch up one of these days.” He suggested.

“Do we have to do that right now? We can check when we’re hungover, come on.” You tried to take his wrist in your hand to pull him back to the others, but he didn’t budge.

“We’ll do it some other time, sure. I’m gonna go to sleep anyway. Just one thing,” He leaned a little closer. “be careful with those guys, okay.” 

“Oh my god, I forgot to tell you something.” You exclaimed, eyes wide as your hands dramatically covered your mouth. “I met your dad.”

“I won’t let it slide how you’ve barely responded to anything I’ve been saying tonight- but I’m so sorry, what did he do?” 

“How do you know he did anything?” 

“It’s my deadbeat dad we’re talking about.” He stoically said.

“He called me ‘doll’, like, without even introducing himself. I mean, take me out to dinner first, you know.” You teased him.

“(Y/n), I swear to god.” 

“I’m sorry.” You chuckled.

“It’s fine, I’m sorry he said that. I’ll tell him to stop.” 

“Don’t bother. He’s actually keeping the guys from catcalling me at the rink. He knows I’m your best friend, so maybe he’s trying to score some indirect points.” 

Megumi rolled his eyes again. “Like that’ll help me suddenly forget how he ditched our family.” 

“Like I said, don’t bother and waste your time and energy on it. I’ll survive.” 

A short silence fell and you noticed how Megumi’s tense shoulders sagged a bit. He looked your way then averted his eyes again, contemplating on what he was going to say. The corners of his mouth twitched, not being able to decide if they would twist up or downwards. Megumi gave you another look which you knew all too well. He was about to tell you something that he really shouldn’t or didn’t want to, but he couldn’t keep it to himself.

“Did you know he dated college girls for a while?” Megumi just barely managed to spit it out.

Your eyes grew wide. “Oh, oh no.” Silence stretched between you before you spoke again. “You don’t think he…?” 

“That my dad is hitting on one my best friends? I sure as hell hope not.” Megumi dramatically sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Oh god, I really hope he isn’t.” 

With a compassionate look on your face you threw your arms around him and hugged your friend. Megumi returned the gesture after a moment. When you pulled back you looked at him. “Let’s not think about that anymore, yeah? You should go to sleep, Megs.” 

Your best friend opened his mouth to say something, but got interrupted by Sukuna’s voice who asked if the two of you wanted any more drugs. Megumi waved him off, letting everyone else know he was leaving. Nobara perked up at that and decided to go with him, saying her goodbyes as well. You gave her a hug too, and after you closed that door the memories became blurry.

You remembered taking Sukuna up on his offer and Gojo’s eyes igniting when he saw how you leaned towards the key that his teammate held up to your nose. 

“You like this stuff, huh?” Sukuna had looked at you with that entertained smirk again, as if you were putting on a performance just for his amusement. “You gotta be in control all the time on the ice, must feel good to let loose once in a while.” 

“And the rink is the only place where you’re allowed to let go, right?” You responded as you glanced at Gojo's direction and saw how he quickly averted his gaze from the two of you. 

“I hate that guy.” Sukuna whispered, he couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from your lips. “Can’t lose to him, you know? He likes you.” 

“I don’t think he knows what that means.” Your eyes finally met his, and you dared to drop your gaze down to his lips too. A shiver ran down your spine when you caught sight of his sharp canine teeth and wondered if it would hurt if he bit you. “Do you like me?”

“I like pissing him off.” 

“And how would you do that?”

If he replied, you don’t remember. But the feeling lingered of tension in the air and wanting to feel his lips on yours. The night bled together, laughter slurred by alcohol, the heat of Gojo and Getou on either side of you during some drinking game, a round of truth or dare that had you kissing Shoko. Glances darted like sparks between you, Gojo, Sukuna and the shadowy weight of Getou’s gaze that lingered. A stupidly mean comment from Naoya somewhere along the line. Yuuji’s easy grin, a joint held out towards you, smoke sweet and thick in the air, curling like temptation. And Chousou, quiet, unreadable, yet every time his eyes landed on you it was like he knew more than he should. 

With speed and precision you glide around the ice until you’re able to wind up for a triple axel. The cold air of the rink fills your ears with noise, like a calming static in the background of your mind. You turn your upper body, pull your arms towards it, step forward with your leg for takeoff, and jump as you swing your arms with you to assist your movement. All your muscles work together to keep yourself steady and rotate your body in the air like a screw. It feels good when you land, but then you feel your weight shift backwards and you don’t succeed in shifting your balance to save the landing. The blade slips from underneath you, and you come down on your hip trying to break your fall. It hurts, but you always fall countless times during practice. The cold sting of the ice somehow soothes the aching and you linger before moving to stand. 

“Up, get up! Come on, up before you cool down!” Yuki yells across the rink. 

She’s right and normally it doesn’t bother you when she’s strict, but right now it feels demotivating somehow. What if you mess up so much, so many times she decides you’re not worth it anymore? Despite the thoughts, your body moves on instinct and you scramble to your feet to do the sequence all over again. Somewhere near the bleachers the voices get louder and clearer. They’re watching now, you’re sure of it.

“Concentrate!” The voice of your coach cuts through the air as you wind up again. 

Again, the world spins in front of your eyes. You try to focus on your core to make sure your axis is not off in the air, but the jump lacks power because of it. This time you underrotate the jump and fall back on the same hip again. A dull ache sets in immediately, you already know the bruising will be worse than usual this time. 

“Oh, shit!” It’s hushed, but you hear it nonetheless. It’s coming from the direction of the benches, the voice recognizable as Satoru’s. The sound of it carries the smile on his lips and you refuse to look at him. Another cackle joins in, Naoya’s laughter. Frustration twists in your gut, it shortens your breath. 

“No sitting!” Yuki says. 

“Yes, yes.” You softly reply and push yourself up. It’s accidental, but your eyes sweep across the rink and see the hockey players. 

When you skate past her, Yuki speaks to you softly under her breath. “Ignore them, (Y/n). You know how to.”

“You’re right.”

“Last time, okay?” She says, and you nod in agreement. 

You take some more time for your final attempt of the practice session. With both of your hands balled as fists you bring them down on your thighs a couple of times, trying to wake the muscle up one last time. You’re pretty sure it’s hard enough to bruise yourself, but the anger reduces the pain, the cold of the rink dims everything as it’s already settled in your bones. Quitting is not in your blood, you convince yourself. One last time, you wind up. 

“Funny thing about reputations… they follow you. Even when you switch coaches and universities.” You couldn’t recall if Gojo had been standing there all along or if he’d snuck up on you the moment you got up to get another drink. 

“What did you say?” You asked him, perplexed.

“They say quitters never win, but you’re still trying, huh?” The look in Gojo’s eyes was beyond cold. He made it clear he wasn’t amused by your little game anymore. 

His gaze had almost burned holes in your back the entire night. The final straw must have been when you had pressed yourself against Sukuna after he told you some stupid story about Gojo. You’d leaned into his muscled frame and Sukuna indulged in your touch. His deep voice rumbled against your ear, his arm settled around your waist and he shortly took your earlobe between his teeth, another laugh escaping your lips at his advance. With some effort you’d managed to put a hand on his chest and push him away before he’d go even further in this public setting. Satoru must have picked up on every detail, even high and drunk he was still more observant than most. 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Gojo.” 

“Satoru.”

“I don’t care.” You hissed at him.

“Woah, calm down. Gonna throw a skate at me?” It may have sounded like a joke to others but it stung you.

The words lodged deep, too precise, too cruel. You stiffened, breath caught in your throat but your tongue felt heavy and useless. It’s because he wasn’t wrong, and you hated him for it. Back then you’d left like a coward, withdrawn from the junior figure skating championships without putting up a fight for yourself. It was true, in all your childish frustration you’d thrown your skate at him in the changing rooms. Your old coach hadn’t even tried to stop you when you left. His silence had been worse than dismissal, it was more like agreement. Proof you weren’t worth saving, putting the effort in. A skater cracking under that kind of pressure was sure to bite the dust in any big competition. The thought crawled under your skin like ice. Gojo had done his research together with his sly best friend. Hell, it might have even been Getou who fed him this information after you’d sent him to Gojo under the impression he’d been throwing up in the very bathroom you had made out in. You tipped back the rest of your drink just to wash it down, but it sat in your chest, heavy and immovable. Satoru’s lips curled down in a lopsided smile, satisfied with his victory.

Another glass appeared in your hand before you knew who had given it to you. The liquid disappeared down your throat too. From there, the night unraveled into even more fragments. Yuuji’s arm hooked around your shoulders, pulling you into his warmth, the joint glowing red between his fingers. His laugh was easy, bright, like he hadn’t a clue what weights you were carrying. But his attention was more focused on you than you had realized that night. Sukuna leaned in later, smirk sharp, voice low and daring as he pressed another drink into your hand. His words were a taunt, a challenge, a dare you didn’t even bother resisting.

The glances tangled too. Gojo’s fire, Sukuna’s hunger, Getou’s dark eyes always lingering just long enough to unsettle you. Chousou, silent in the corner with Naoya, gaze steady, unreadable, yet piercing when it caught you. It all bled together. Gojo’s victorious laughter when you excused yourself, saying you were going to sleep. The handle of the door heavy in your hand as you left the boy’s dorms. Someone coming after you, the tone of their voice laced with concern. A door opened and closed. It was your dorm room. Someone’s touch on your wrist. Tears clouded your eyes and the calloused pads of a pair of thumbs brushed them from your cheeks. The memory splintered whenever you tried to pin it down, leaving only color and sensation, heat and smoke. But deep down you knew who it was, and you tried to convince yourself you sought solace in him instead of taking advantage of his presence to forget about the night. 

“Let’s make him jealous, princess.” 

“I don’t want him to know.”

“Then he won’t.” 

With a thud your body hit the ice again, and this time you did not break your fall the way you wanted. You land hard on your knee and you roll onto your back as you slide across the ice. A tired sigh escapes your lips as you let your body go limp, staring up at the grey ceiling. The only sound you hear is your own breathing, voices and any other sensations falling away. You let your forearm fall across your eyes to block the lights that screamed down at you, as if they were designed to give you a headache at the end of your practice sessions. Anger takes over and you slam your other hand down on the ice.

“Don’t lay down, (Y/n)! You’ve rested enough, come on!” Yuki scolds you. 

Taking a deep breath you blink the tears away that were forming in the corners of your eyes and move your arm. The presence of the hockey team feels bigger than ever. You wonder if he’s there, looking at you now, thinking he made a mistake. As you get up you get mad at yourself. You don’t even care about him, don’t even like him that much, then why do you care what he thinks about you? Why do you care what any of them think? What does it even matter? It’s about power. It’s about control. It’s about claiming your space on the rink, your reputation. It’s time you get yourself together and take it back. Take back control. 

“Yuki, can we do one more?” You say as you lean on your knees as you glide towards her. 

She glances at the time, then towards the hockey players. A mischievous grin found her features. “Toji’s not here yet. Let’s do one more.”

“Thank you-”

“But! We’re done once you land one, yeah?” 

You quickly nod and thank her. She instructs you to do a backwards spin and a double axel that you have to land into a backwards spin before going for the next jump. It reminds your body of what it should be doing in the air. When you try to pick up speed once more you glance at the team and, just for a fleeting moment, you catch his eyes. 

Your back hit the mattress and you pulled him down with you by the collar of his shirt. His lips clashed with yours, it was messy and needy, as if he’d been starving for it all night. Maybe he had been. You don’t remember when he’d taken off his shirt, nor yours. The black ink danced across his skin with every movement, and you found your hands greedily tracing every line. His hands were everywhere, always lingering on your neck too long. He bit your bottom lip and broke the kiss, his hands working on the button of your jeans. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good princess.” Sukuna’s gravely voice traveled right to your core.

It all blurred. Before you knew it you could only feel his skin on yours, the smell of his cologne, the heat of his body. Somehow you felt cold, and all you wanted was to feel him against you, seek solace in his warmth. You wondered how it was possible that Sukuna felt hard and soft at the same time. For some reason you were just high and drunk enough to lose yourself in him but sober enough not to feel the room spin. Sober enough to realize you’d probably regret this later. Sober enough to remember his half lidded gaze and the endless patterns of his tattoos. To remember every little curve and edge, and how good it felt. A sigh escaped your lips as you felt his teeth on your pulse and he pushed his cock between your folds, rubbing it up and down to spread your wetness over himself.

“G’nna fuck you till’ you lose your mind.” He breathed and slowly pushed into you. Sukuna was bigger than you expected and it stung, your body jolting at the intrusion. “Breathe, princess, breathe.” He talked you through it, voice low next to your ear and he slowly rocked his hips, pushing in further with every thrust. “Just like that.” 

Sukuna could be surprisingly gentle when it served him, he knew the benefits. Though he was sure you realized it wouldn’t last long. As you got used to him, the burning faded and got replaced by little waves of pleasure. Soft sighs left your lips. He pulled back to look at you, head slightly tipped back, the muscles of his arms bulging as he supported himself on the mattress. You’d expected him to say something, anything. But he just looked at you. For a moment, a flicker of a heartbeat, you thought you saw something soft in those dark eyes. Something kind, even. Then came the grin, wicked and arrogant, shattering your illusion like glass. Your attention was drawn back to those teeth, sharp, mocking, always so distracting. 

“Look at you.” He breathed, haughty and cold. 

You opened your mouth to say something but before you could do so he brutally snapped his hips forward. Only a whimper left your lips. He was all the way inside of you now and you felt unbearably full, he was hitting all the right spots. Maybe you wouldn’t regret this after all. Your manicured nails dug into his back and arm, and you saw how he clenched his jaw at the feeling. 

Sukuna leaned down as he slowly pulled out of you. Just when you thought he was going to kiss you again, he thrusted all the way back in. A gasp slipped out before you could stop it, eyes fluttering shut because of the pleasure. He chuckled now, he really thought this was funny. 

“What?” He whispered against your lips. “Is it too much already?” 

He was being so annoying. Indulging in his own arrogance, probably thinking you were an easy fuck. The edge in his voice sparked your temper. You snapped, grabbing his jaw in one quick movement, your gaze locking with his. 

“Just fuck me already.” You hissed out. 

It was all he needed to hear before smashing his lips on yours in another deprived kiss. Sukuna started rolling his hips to yours in a hard, steady rhythm as his tongue explored your mouth. The way he moved his hands over your body showed his experience, how he squeezed your tits with the right amount of force, then gently caressing them after. His hands traveled hungrily across your thighs, pressing you down further into the bed. Every action showed how much control he had over his body, how he knew exactly how to use his muscles. Sukuna was burly, rough yet precise, and your trained body flowed like water, soft and unpredictable. For a moment it was unimaginable to you that both could exist and command the ice in their own way. Another rough snap of his hips had you crying out. All you could hear was his skin slapping against yours, his heavy breathing, the groans of pleasure rumbling from his throat. He sounded so good. The moans that left your mouth got swallowed up by him, as if he wanted to devour you whole. Sukuna broke the kiss, panting as he rested his forehead against yours.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking needy. Would’ve made my move even sooner if I knew you wanted it this bad.” 

You kissed him, biting his lower lip until you tasted iron. The sound that left him when you did that was worth whatever he had in store for you afterwards. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Sukuna- fuck.” You moaned as a particularly deep thrust blurred your vision. “I’ll have you begging for me before you know it.” 

A chuckle slipped out of him, brief and knowing. His mouth curving into that grin you were growing familiar with that said he was enjoying this far too much. Before you realized what was happening he’d pulled out of you and flipped you onto your stomach. You felt his breath against the shell of your ear and you shivered. 

“You sure about that, princess?” 

Without warning he slammed back into you, and you had to hide your face in the sheets to muffle the sound of your voice. The drag of his thick cock against your walls was becoming too much. He set a harsh pace, giving you no mercy nor time to breathe. A hand found the back of your head and pushed you down further, another dug its fingers into your waist. Sukuna relished the sight in front of him. God, did it feel good to be the first guy from the team to fuck you. And you didn’t disappoint him either, rather he realized how dangerous you were to him. He’d felt it before in that hallway, after you’d stared up at him with those doe-eyes. Sukuna didn’t do feelings, or any complicated shit like that. But the way you were moaning for him, clenching around his cock so deliciously, he never wanted it to end. It’s as if you were made for him, everything about you drove him fucking insane. He fucked you even deeper in this new position, and he leaned down to latch his teeth onto the skin between your shoulder and neck. In that moment he didn’t really care if it hurt, he was sure you could take it. He bit down, sucking until he knew the skin would bruise. Then he heard it. 

“Sukuna!” You moaned his name, high pitched and whiny. Just how he liked it. 

“Fuck!” He grunted. He moved his hand from the back of your head so that he could hold your hips and slam them back against him. 

His head rested against your back and you tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging harshly. The sounds that left him spurred you on and you kept doing it, pulling it like it was your lifeline. Then you felt him snake a hand in front of you, and his fingers rubbed your clit. But you had other plans. Your hand left his hair and Sukuna let out a sigh at the missing contact. Then you circled his wrist and pulled him away from you. His movements stilled, he was clearly confused by what you were doing. It gave you some time, and you scrambled to turn around and face him. The sight that greeted you had you biting your lip. Sukuna, breathless, skin glowing from the sheet of sweat that covered his body, looked at you like there was no one else in the world. And he surrendered when you placed your palm on his chest and pushed him on his back. You swiftly straddled him and he barely had time to settle his hands on your thighs when you sunk down on his cock. He let his head fall back, a long sigh escaping his lips. You ground your hips into his, and he stared up at you with half lidded eyes. There was a quiet, unfamiliar beauty to him now, his sharpness dulled. A rare calm smoothing his features, you thought of his brother and wondered if the same gentleness lived in Sukuna too. Did he carry more of his Yuuji’s softness than he ever wanted you to see? The thought felt dangerous, and you could feel the moment slipping away with the scrape of his nails against your skin.

You teased him, slowly dragging yourself up and down. He twitched beneath you, caught between patience and the raw impulse to take what he wanted. Sukuna had to distract himself by looking at the way you bit your lip when you lifted your hips, almost letting him slip out. The way you subtly shifted so that you only took his tip was all he could have asked for. He’d underestimated you. He thought you were all bark, no bite. But he had never had a girl ride him like this. As if you knew how he liked it, gently rocking your hips, fucking yourself on him. Hell, maybe he would beg if you asked him again. Maybe he was starting to get Yuuji’s genuine crush on you. Another delicious roll of your hips broke his train of thoughts. He wasn’t going to last long this way. Feeling the way your fingers glided over his skin, touching him but not reaching the sensation he craved. It was almost too much for him. It’s why he was so rough around the edges, why he lost his temper on the ice and got into unnecessary fights. The world dulled around him unless things actually made an impact, and you hovered on that edge. Giving him a glimpse of what he chased but was never able to grasp. A low moan left his mouth when you suddenly sunk all the way down on him, his hands instinctively squeezed your ass. 

“Shit, you gonna make me wait all night?” He rasped out, finally daring to meet your eyes. And fuck, were you something to behold. All out of breath, cheeks dusted pink and a small tug at the corner of your lips. Your own fingers lazily drawing circles over your puffy clit. Shit, he wanted to eat you out. 

“What?” You feigned innocence as you bounced up and down once more. Sukuna’s abs flexed. 

“You know what I- fuck!” The hockey player hissed through clenched teeth when you teased his tip again. He caught the mischievous glint in your eyes and it made something coil in his stomach. 

“Just ask nicely.” You said.

Sukuna caressed your sides, moving his hands up and down before they settled on your hips. Suddenly, he had you in a vice grip and you were certain he’d leave fingerprints. “That’s not really how I do things.” He breathed before pulling you down to meet his hips.

It surprised you, and Sukuna was reaching so deep that he had you seeing stars. He was fully in control now, even if you were the one on top. Sukuna fucked into you, abandoning all of his restraints and taking you at a brutal pace. You’d teased him too much, he was too impatient and he had been closer to cumming than he thought. As you braced yourself on his forearms he slammed you down on his cock and with a few final thrusts you felt him twitch inside of you and fill you up with his cum. It was just a little too fast for you to reach your own high, but he’d still made you feel good. He’d made you forget for a bit, and that was enough for you. Sukuna lazily ground into you before stilling, the two of you catching your breath. After a few moments you moved, and he groaned when he slipped out of you. His cum dripped out of your pussy and onto his stomach.

“Don’t move, I’ll get a towel.” You said as you shuffled to your bathroom. 

Sukuna stared at your ceiling as he waited for you to get back. He realized you hadn’t been able to finish, he contemplated if he should feel bad or embarrassed about it. He knew he could do better, could have taken his time with you more. But fuck, he hadn’t expected to be taken by surprise like that. The alcohol and the drugs in his system had made every sensation better than he imagined. Plus, it wasn’t that weird to not immediately know what you liked when fucking you for the first time. His train of thought was interrupted by a towel landing on his chest. 

“Clean up.” You said. He heard you shuffle around the room and when he’d wiped himself off he saw that you were already dressed in some panties and a top to sleep in.

It left him speechless for a moment. He was usually the one to dress up and leave, but this was your room. Sukuna wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be offended or not, you were making it quite clear that he couldn’t stay. You held a hand up and beckoned him to give you the towel, he assumed you threw it in a laundry basket in your bathroom when you walked away again.

“I’d offer you something to drink.” You said as you came back from the bathroom, seeing that he’d put on his boxers. “But I think we’ve had enough for tonight. I can already feel the hangover.” 

“Yeah.” Was the only thing he could say. Sukuna was never at a loss for words. So what was different about this situation? Was the taste of his own medicine that bad? Or was it something he didn’t want to name, young and fragile, soft and warm in his chest? It smelled good in your room, he liked it here. “It looks better than when we helped you move.” He managed to say.

A chuckle escaped your mouth and for a moment he thought his heart skipped a beat. He rubbed his face with his hands. It was the drugs. It was the booze. It was his competitiveness with Gojo that led him here, nothing else. Nothing else. He looked around your room, trying to spot where he’d thrown his clothes before. Then, the bed dipped next to him and he felt one of your fingers softly trace a pattern on his hand.

“Hey, could you do me a favor?” 

The question needled and pulled irritation to the surface within him, stirring emotions he couldn’t name and didn’t trust. He hated the chaos of it, of him. He was supposed to revel in that of others. And yet, when his gaze met yours, the fight drained out of him and left some kind of softness he swore he didn’t have. 

“What?” He asked.

“Could you maybe, uh, not tell anyone about this yet? I don’t want it to blow out of proportion. Are you okay with that?” Your eyes were downcast when you asked him. How were you shy now when you were just riding his dick a few moments ago? He didn’t follow you at all. And asking if he was okay with it too, why even bother? But he somehow appreciated it, that someone was trying to take him into consideration. 

“That’s fine.” He said as he took your wrist in his hand and pulled you closer towards him. “Makes it more exciting.” 

And when he saw a small smile tug at your lips he closed the distance. This time he really savored it, well aware of the fact that the two of you might never be this intimate again. Although he hoped that wouldn’t be the case. He’d tell the team that he just went after you to talk to you and that nothing else happened afterwards, that he went to sleep. Sukuna hoped that Yuuji was still at the after, or that he hadn’t noticed that his brother was not in his bed. When he felt your fingers scratch at the nape of his neck he let out a sigh. He slid one of his hands up your thigh and squeezed the flesh before he broke the kiss. 

Pushing everything that happened last weekend to the back of your mind, you go for the jump. It feels good upon takeoff, the backspin exercises grounded you. With fast rotations and a stable axis you manage to spin enough times without the jump being underrotated. You land the jump, knee deeply bent as you have a little bit of trouble with catching your own weight. 

“Yes, that’s more like it!” Yuki yells at you, clapping her hands together. The applause sounds dulled because of the gloves she’s wearing. 

You let out a relieved sigh as you exit your landing position. It’s easy to lose your confidence in a jump on bad days, and it’s very hard to get it back without letting yourself spiral. A small smile rests on your features as you skate towards her. 

“Should we do one more-”

“Hey, you two!” A booming voice interrupts your question. Both you and Yuki snap your heads towards the sound and see Toji stand behind the boarding with the team, ready to get onto the ice. “Time’s up!” 

You roll your eyes as you look up at Yuki, but she just shrugs. She’s right and you know it, but you wanted to jump some more axels with the momentum you just got. As the two of you skate towards the edge of the rink you cross your arms.

“Can I jump some more after these guys are done with practice?” You ask her.

“Sure, but you know I can’t stay that late today so you’ll have to be careful. Got it?” 

“Yeah, I’ll be careful.”

“Cool down in the gym, then take a break until they’re almost done with their practice here. Then you can warm up again and continue with the triple axels.” Yuki instructs you as you both step off the ice, ignoring the bustling hockey players around you. 

“Thank you, I’ll make sure to run through the choreography of the new short program too.” You tell her as you take off your skates. It feels good to relieve your feet from the pressure of the hard boots. It’s still cold though, so you quickly cross your legs underneath you and sit on your feet to keep them warm. You take a small towel from your bag and start to dry the blade of one of your skates. 

“Sounds good. We’ll do a lot of program runthroughs the upcoming days, so be prepared.” Yuki says as she stands up. She’s always so fast with cleaning her skates and packing her stuff, you have no idea how she does it. “Gotta run now. See you tomorrow.” 

“Yeah, see you.” You watch her leave, staring at her back for a few seconds before you return to your skates. As soon as the first blade is clean, you put one of your soakers over it. Then you grab the next skate to give it the same treatment. 

Almost all of the players are on the rink now, giving you some room to breathe. Toji’s still wrapped up in a conversation with Gojo, explaining something to him as he points at small drawings he made on a whiteboard with the outlines of a rink on it. The captain nods, and Toji claps him on his back before standing up and entering the rink. Gojo stands up too and rummages through his bag before following his coach. As you finish up with cleaning your other skate, you notice he came to a stop next to you. Anxiety coils in your stomach and you look up to him, expecting the worst. Instead, his eyes are unreadable again. There’s no fire in them, they don’t burn with anger nor desire like they did last weekend. It’s cold, precise, but not as arrogant as you’re used to. He holds one hand out to you, and when you look at it you see there’s a pair of sunglasses in it. 

“You forgot these.” He says.

“What do you mean-” 

“Gojo! Get over here, now!” Toji’s voice interrupts you.

“Yeah!” Gojo yells back before turning to you again. “They’re yours, take them.”

The sunglasses are pressed into the palm of your hand before you can answer him, and you’re left speechless as he quickly grabs his helmet and stick and enters the rink. They’re the same pair he wore at the party, and now you notice just how expensive they are. Prada. He throws the gate to the rink closed, the sound making you jump. You’re left staring at his back as he yells something to his teammates.