Gojo Satoru is, for once, minding his business. It's his one day off this week - hell, this month, and he plans to spend it accordingly. So, imagine his surprise as he is ordering kikufuku from his favorite spot in Sendai when a different kind of energy floats his way.

He wants to spend his off day not thinking about curses, curse users, higher-ups, yada yada, but this energy is not something he can just ignore.

"Could I get two of your matcha," a soft melodic voice says from his right. Satoru blinks in surprise at the feel of another brushing up against him.

How the hell?

The woman does not seem to notice his dilemma. In fact, she barely spares him a glance and instead focuses on her task at hand. If her ploy is to act uninterested while wrapping her foreign energy around, well shit, he is hooked.

The energy wrapped around him is as pure as it is seductive. His body feels lighter. Slowly, he drags his eyes down the length of her body. Her white dress is short and tight. There is no hiding those curves. His cock tightens painfully in his pants. For a moment, he forgets how to breathe.

Oh dear, this could become a situation. Now Satoru is not one to brag about his dick size, unless the pretty woman with her intriguing energy asks him to, then he might brag a bit or even show her if the opportunity comes about.

Which is a problem.

One, she could be trouble. Two, how the fuck is she getting past his infinity? And three, he does not do relationships, so even if she is a good person, he still shouldn't be entertaining thoughts of those luscious thighs wrapped around his waist or her pert ass high in the air while he - ahem.

His thoughts are getting away from him. Satoru likes to think of himself as someone above such perverted thoughts. Women can be troublesome and many men have fallen because of the whims of a woman, and yet he thinks he would not mind falling for her.

"You should try the special. It's stuffed with whipped cream and zunda," he quips conversationally. Satoru would be lying if he said his eyes didn't light up behind his dark glasses at the feel of her gaze on him.

"You offering?" She snaps her attention back to the cashier, whose focus darts between the both of them with a plastered smile on their face.

Is he offering? Satoru is not sure what it is he wants from her. Scratch that. He knows what he wants, but thinking with that head will only lead to trouble. She could be someone sent to kill him, but he is not picking up on any malicious intent and it is not as though he could not take her if need be.

Fuck it.

He pulls out his wallet and orders two boxes and two drinks to go. May as well make the most of the situation. If she is gonna go after him, then it could at least wait until he has a kikufuku. They truly are a delicacy. The best kind in Sendai. "Gojo Satoru," he offers up as he cradles the goods in his arms.

The woman's soft pink lips tilt up into a ghost of a smile. "Higurashi Kagome." She tries to take a box off his hands, but he only holds on tighter as he leads them to a more secluded area. The park, luckily, isn't too far of a trek and Kagome does not seem off-put by the silence. Normally he has a ton of shit to say, nonsense mostly, but his mind cannot settle on one thing to say to her, so he keeps silent until they sit down on a bench.

"So, you're a sorcerer then?" She asks, holding out a hand. He clucks his tongue along the roof of his mouth and chooses the special to give her to try out.

Straight to the point, this one is.

"And you are not," he muses, regarding her with a mix of curiosity and wariness. Satoru looks over the top of his glasses, so she can get a peek at his eyes. To his dismay, she does not seem to care. What a shame. He is used to getting so many looks when dressed down in his civilian clothing.

"Priestess." She bites down into the kikufuku and moans with delight. Her hand presses to her face as if it is the best thing she has ever tasted.

Satoru crosses and then uncrosses his legs. A priestess, huh? Like a lightbulb, his mind jolts to attention, retrieving information he read weeks ago.

"Are you related to the Higurashis from Higurashi Shrine?" Curses wiped out the family, leaving one sole survivor. It was a terrible thing to read. Not too surprising though, as shrines get a lot of traffic from people with pent-up frustrations and anger. It is funny though how he knows of Higurashi Shrine and yet he can't remember a time when he's ever stepped foot on the property.

She hums. "Is that why you lashed out at me?"

"Lashed out?" he sputters. Since when does offering to pay for someone's food count as lashing out? He may not be into relationships, but even he knows that.

"Your energy. It was angry. Figured you were lashing out at me, so I soothe it." She bends down for her drink and wraps those lips around the straw. For a moment, Satoru forgets what they were talking about. His mind stalls out. Kagome raises a brow at him.

"... I wasn't angry," he says, though now he is second guessing himself. Maybe he was angry, but he has never known his energy to lash out. Though if she is a priestess and her energy is purer, not cursed energy, then maybe he naturally comes off that way to her? There are too many variables for him to prove his hypothesis. "But I was curious since I've never come into contact with energy as pure as yours." Or someone who bypasses his infinity without the use of a cursed object, which she does not have. His six eyes would tell him if she did.

"He said the same thing," she replies, voice low as though she is speaking more to herself, but he hears her none the less.

Who is he? The question is poised on his tongue. Jealousy does not look good on him, he thinks, but the foreign emotion is determined to rear its ugly head. Her energy wraps itself around him again, drawing out a shudder from his lips. His cock strains against his zipper, begging to be let loose.

"Stop that," he commands, haggard and slightly dazed from the warmth of her, but not quite her, cocooning around him.

"Oh? Does it hurt?" she sounds apologetic. Her energy quickly leaves him.

"Not exactly." He stretches his legs out and sets the box in his lap. Kagome's eyes drift down to where the box of treats rests on his lap. He grits his teeth. "My cock—"

She startles, and this time both eyebrows shoot up. Foot insert mouth. He could have started that off better. Satoru licks his lips and decides to just go for it. "Your energy is making my dick hard." He shrugs. Go for casual. He thinks now that this situation is cleared up, and he's rightfully turned her off, that there will be no more of her energy caressing him.

Her energy, almost shyly, reaches out and trails along his skin. He couldn't stop the grin from snaking across his face if he wanted to.

"You're a dangerous woman, Kagome-chan," he coos, leaning towards her now. His knees touch hers. Even with his mind filled with nearly nothing but her, he still manages to scope the area in case this is, in fact, a trap. There is nothing except for the soft rustle of the leaves and the footsteps of civilians strolling past them with their heads firmly glued to the path in front of them.

Kagome snorts. "You're the one with the cursed energy, not me."

"You here to purify me, then?" He thinks he would not mind being renewed in her waters. The more rational side of him warns of dangers. He's not one to lose his mind over some woman even if said woman comes in a petite, curvaceous figure with legs that go on for miles, and energy that makes him feel all warm and shit.

She considers him, leaning towards him now. "It would take a lot out of me." Kagome bites down on her bottom lip. Her fingers grip her drink. His is all but forgotten on the floor near the leg of the bench. "One session might not be enough."

His nostrils flare as he leans back to gather the other box and his drink. His mind is made up. It would be a shame if she turns on him. A tragedy, truly, but he does not want this dance to end just yet. So, Satoru balances his drink on top of the boxes with one hand and reaches for her with his other. Her skin is soft. Supple.

He wants to leave imprints in the shape of his hands on her thighs.

Without a word, he warps them to his apartment. The distance does not strain him as much as he thought it would. Warping is taxing on his body, so he tries not to do it too often and if he does, then it is not across cities.

Kagome's mouth drops as she stares at their intertwined hands and then at the change in scenery. Her surprise is genuine. Either someone sent her to kill him and did not mention how strong he is (doubtful) or she really has no idea who he is and just picked up on his cursed energy.

"We were just..." She closes her mouth and pinches her brows together. "How did you do that?"

"I'm a sorcerer, trade secret." He takes her drink from her, slides out of his shoes, and heads to the kitchen to set the goods down. The lights flicker on as he casually turns them on with his powers. Kagome trails behind him, still in apparent awe. "Is this the part where you try to kill me?" He stuffs his hands in his pockets and leans against the fridge.

"You sure are obsessed with me trying to kill you." She leans forward on the island counter, unaware of the image she is blessing him with. Or maybe she knows exactly what she is doing, bending over like that with her breasts pressed together with just the barest hint of cleavage showing through the V-neck. "Do you work with curses?"

This time he startles. No way his hearing is messed up. Him? Work with curses? If she wasn't so serious, he'd laugh in her face.

"No, Kagome-chan, I do not work with the curses. I exorcise them." He walks over to her and places his hands on either side of her, caging her in. "I'm actually a teacher. Would be pretty bad if I were to steer my students in the wrong direction." He inhales. She smells so sweet. He wonders if she'd taste just as sweet.

"Then I have no reason to kill you." Kagome turns around and tilts her chin up at him. Her eyes, so dark brown, shine with mischief and a twinge of sadness.

He's an ass.

"I'm sorry about what happened to your family." He trails one hand up her arm before settling on twirling a locket of hair between his fingers.

"I don't want your pity."

But she wants something. "You want help exorcising them?"

She shakes her head. Interesting. Most people get bent on revenge, unless her powers do not work in that way. Maybe they are like Shoko's and only help with healing. Which is still an important power to have. As far as he knows, Shoko is the only that can heal sorcerers with reversed cursed energy, and if Kagome can do something similar, then it would be beneficial to bring her into jujutsu formally.

"I can exorcise them on my own." Her hands trail over his chest, toying with the buttons. He shivers. "But there is something you can do for me."

"This won't help bring them back," he warns, knowing that she could change her mind and walk out. Well, he would at least warp her back to where they met. His mind files away the nugget of information she revealed. So, her powers can hurt curses. Good to know.

"Obviously," she quips before taking his shirt in her fists and ripping the fabric. His cock jerks. A few buttons hit the floor.

Well then.

This shirt was expensive, but replaceable. This woman in front of him, though? He's not giving her up.

"But this will help for tonight."

Kami help his weak resolve. He opens his mouth to tell her, "No, we should not do this. You are still mourning the loss of your family from a tragic accident." Instead, he cups the back of her head and seals his lips over hers. Caged between him and the island counter, he cannot help the way his hips grind into her. His cock is rock hard, harder than granite in his pants. There's no way she does not feel him, not when she presses herself closer to him as if to become one.

Her lips are softer than petals. He kisses her with reckless desire and pure desperation. Her energy wraps around him once more, but this time her energy coaxes his out, playfully. Never has his cursed energy felt so... light? There is no other way to describe the way his cursed energy intertwines with her and rather than burn one another, they seem to fit together perfectly.

A yin to his yang?

One kiss has him sentimental. Has him ready to throw away his rule about relationships. With her, even if things were to go south, then the fear of creating new curses would not be an issue. There is no cursed energy within her, just pure, sensual, warm energy that fills him with such affection. He feels as though they have known one another for years.

The kiss ends too soon, and he chases her lips once more. More desperate to feel her soft lips on his. More desperate to taste her sweetness. Her tongue tries to wrestle with his in this dance, but in this fight, Satoru will always come out on top.

He is the strongest. It's a fact. He'd wager Kagome truly has no idea who he is, which makes him want to prove to her who the man Satoru is and not who the sorcerer Satoru is.

His hands, so anxious, run down the length of her body and grab a hold of her round ass cheeks. Kami, his hands can barely contain the lusciousness of her curves. And his hands are relatively big. He wants to drop down to his knees and worship her at her feet, especially to the ass his hands are groping.

She pulls back first with a blush coating her cheeks. The flush travels down her neck. As if in a trance, Satoru drops his head and bites down gently on the junction between her neck and shoulder. She moans and grips his hair. The slight tug is not enough to hurt, but it reminds him that even in this moment, he still has not dropped his infinity.

Kagome could try to kill him right now and he would be too weak to stop her, or at the very least, he would restrain her from doing any more harm to him. Her hands busy themselves with alternating between tugging on his hair or roving down his chest, leaving marks in their wake.

This isn't like him, but one night won't be so bad, he reasons with himself. His hand slides around and travels up her dress, seeking like a fiend. He thinks this is what it must feel like to be drunk. With his tongue, he soothes the pain from his bite.

Fuck, she's drenched. His body shudders as he tries to get a hold of himself. They have all night. No need to rush.

His fingers slide her panties to the side, and he dips one finger in — Satoru freezes. His shoulders tense as he pulls away. There's confusion written on Kagome's face, but he doesn't have time to explain as he pulls her to his side and waits for the intruder, Suguru, to show his face. He would recognize his energy anywhere.

"What do you want?" Satoru questions, his fingers flexing along Kagome's hip. Suguru steps into the room. At least he had the common courtesy to take his shoes off. Murderous, but polite. His smile is nothing but teeth.

"You have something of mine," Suguru replies easily, as if he isn't a wanted curse user. Satoru runs his tongue over his teeth. Surely, he isn't talking about Kagome? He chances a glance out of the corner of his eye. Kagome looks annoyed with her arms crossed under her breasts. Satoru snaps his attention back to Suguru.

"I don't belong to you." She slides out of his hold and walks towards Suguru. For his part, Suguru looks downright ecstatic to have Kagome on his side. "How'd you even get in here?"

Satoru holds his breath. His jaw ticks. Did Suguru send her his way to lure him into a trap?

"I have a key." Suguru holds the key up and then twirls it. His demeanor is nonchalant, but upon further inspection, Satoru can see how irate Suguru actually is. It's clear, Suguru isn't going to answer how he knew where Kagome was. Kagome does not seem to notice or doesn't care.

And it hits Satoru then that no, Suguru did not send Kagome after him, and she has no idea who she is dealing with.

"You two know each other?" Kagome wrinkles her nose and then shrugs. "It doesn't matter. Satoru, this was fun." She waves and heads towards the door, leaving Suguru and her box of kikufuku behind.

Satoru waits until he hears the door close to advance on his former best friend. "What are you doing with her?"

"I should be asking you that." Suguru throws the key at him. It hits infinity and remains suspended in the air. "Why she gave you the time of day is beyond me. Should have known she'd have terrible taste."

Oh, this is rich. Suguru is jealous?

"Did you have anything to do with the death of her family?"

Suguru smiles and shakes his head. "Really? That's what you want to ask me? Why would I hurt Kagome? I tried to stop the curses, but it was too late." He throws his hands up. "Stay away from her." Suguru flashes him a smile, turns, and heads out. Satoru holds out his fingers and then drops his arm. Even after all this time, he still cannot pull the trigger and get rid of Suguru.

He's still weak. Still too human to do the right thing. Satoru snatches the key out of the air and sighs. Looks like he'll be paying a visit to Higurashi Shrine in the morning. Somehow he needs to convince Kagome to see Suguru for who he is.

A/N: Sad attempt at enemies to lovers *sigh* Side note, personally loved that Geto still had a key to Gojo's place. New chapter for How To Tame should be up Sunday. Hope everyone is doing okay and staying safe :)