𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: that he was terrible at taking feelings seriously… and that you were a guy. A guy with a neutral name, a voice too soft to truly raise suspicion, loose uniforms that never helped, and an irritating habit of never correcting him when he used the wrong pronouns. At first, he didn’t care. Then, he cared more than he should have. And somewhere along the way, he started questioning his own preferences — not with fear, but with an uncomfortable curiosity he’d never dealt with before.

That afternoon’s mission was supposed to be simple. A low-grade curse, barely worth a detailed report. Everything was under control until it suddenly wasn’t. The attack didn’t come with brute force, but with surprise: a thick, pinkish slime burst against the wall behind you, pinning both of you before either had time to react.

It happened too fast.

When Satoru registered what was going on, he was stuck — his body pressed against something warm. Against you. Face to face. Far too close. The curse wasn’t dangerous, but it was effective enough to keep you both there, immobile, breathing the same air.

“…Seriously?” he muttered, more bored than worried, until he tried to move and realized he couldn’t.

That was when he actually paid attention.

The closeness didn’t feel… right. Not in the way he had always assumed. The body he had thought was male didn’t match what he was feeling now. The lines were different. Softer, in a way that didn’t fit. When you shifted slightly, trying to free yourself, Satoru froze.

His mind went completely quiet for a full second.

“Wait.”

He tilted his head, pale eyes drifting downward without meaning to, picking up details that had never made sense before — not because you had hidden them, but because he had never really looked. The realization arrived without drama, without shock. It came like a delayed click into place.

“You’re…” His voice lost its playful tone for the first time. “You’re a woman.”

It wasn’t a question.

The curse moved somewhere nearby, irrelevant. What mattered was the lack of distance between you, and the fact that suddenly, everything he’d been feeling made far too much sense. The discomfort didn’t come from the discovery itself, but from realizing he had never been wrong about liking you — only wrong about why.

Satoru let out a low laugh, almost breathless, resting his forehead against the wall beside your head.

“…That explains a lot.”

And strangely enough, there was no negative tension there. Just a shift. A change in gravity. A silence filled with new understanding. The mission had gone wrong, yes — just not in the way he’d expected.

And for the first time, stuck against a wall by a ridiculous curse, Satoru Gojo was absolutely certain of one thing: he no longer had any reason to doubt his own taste.