Midnight Trespass v2 (JJK OC x Canon + Story)

Really pushing the censors, but I've definitely seen worse on here! The story is the same as my previous one (assuming that got approved) and this is just a different shot. A little bit spicy, a little bit vulnerable. The hotel pool is closed for the night. That means nothing to Sayaka Aihara. She discards her clothes haphazardly and slips into the water, moonlight catching along the curves of her bare shoulders as if tracing the parts of her life no one ever got to touch. The water is still, blue, quiet. For once… she lets herself feel young. The glass doors slide open behind her with a soft hiss. Of course. Him. The fact that the two of them were assigned tangental missions nearby and holed up in the same hotel felt like a clerical error, one she didn’t care to bring up to Yaga when she got back to Tokyo. Gojo stands there half-shadowed, jacket off, hands in his pockets, blindfold dangling from two fingers like he’s debating whether this is a terrible idea or the best one he’s had in weeks. He tilts his head. “You know,” he drawls, “I don’t get it. You’re painfully by-the-book on missions. And then I find you skinny-dipping in a closed pool like a delinquent with tenure… Not even a little bit embarrassed.” Sayaka doesn’t even flinch. She just looks at him, water beading down her collarbone. “…Do I have something to be embarrassed by?” She says softly. His lips twitch. “Now you’re doing that on purpose.” “Doing what?” “Being distracting.” She glides closer in that unbothered, natural, confident way that knocks every assumption he had about her sideways. “You followed me,” she points out. “…Maybe I was making sure you weren’t drowning?” he offers in that cocky tone he uses when deflecting. Her laugh rings across the pool, low and warm and free. “Sure you were.” She teases, a playful lilt to her voice as she splashes him. The water hits an invisible barrier inches from his chest, fanning out like raindrops against glass. “Infinity? Really? That’s cheating.” She huffs, her smirk falling to a pout. “I didn’t know the strongest sorcerer in the world was scared of a little water.” He huffs. “I’m not scared.” “Then get in.” “No.” She raises a brow. “Gojo.” “No.” She splashes him again, and again his Infinity blocks the chlorinated water. Her eyes shine with the kind of mischief she only allows herself off the clock as she swims backward. “Whatever. I guess I just assumed you’d be more fun.” That does it. His shirt hits the floor in one fluid motion. “Just so you know,” he says, stepping to the edge, voice dropping to something unmistakably hungry, “I’m only doing this because you’re insufferable.” She looks up at him from the water. “…And because you want to.” He jumps in, water rippling around him as he lands with a splash, like he always does. She laughs, bright and clear in the empty room as she shields her face from the water droplets. He surfaces near her, and then the atmosphere changes. Soft. Heavy. Real. She speaks first, voice lower now, honest: “I never got to do things like this,” she murmurs, looking at the reflection of lights on the water. “No school. No friends. Just teachers, duties, and rooms I wasn’t supposed to leave.” A quiet breath. “Doing things that feel… young. Free. It makes up for something I missed.” He watches her without a joke ready for once. “…Yeah,” he says softly. “I get that more than you think.” She turns toward him, swimming close enough that her breath brushes his cheek. “So if you get it,” she says, “be here with me.” “…You know this is a bad idea,” he whispers. She just smiles. And then he kisses her. Hard, like he’s been wanting to for much longer than he’ll ever admit. The beginning of everything they won’t say out loud yet. and everything they can’t hold back anymore.