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a/n: spidey reader and gojo here!! typical story where gojo is the rich popular guy and reader is a nobody but also the spidey ))

cw: a lil bit of angst, barely any violence, THE UPSIDE DOWN KISS YES ITS A WARNING AND A SPOILER UGH idc

his father had told him that it wasn’t safe for him to walk around the town without any security. and the man is probably right, because every night, as gojo lurks in the corners of news in hopes of seeing something new about the local hero who insists on being called “the spider-man”, he realises that there is a lot of bad things happening in town.

yet today he isn’t going home like he usually does; after hanging out somewhere in the city with at least on of his father’s security guards walking somewhere behind him, geto and shoko; or when he just goes straight home because he doesn’t really want to do anything. now satoru is alone, just slowly roaming around with nothing to do and free of eyes on his back, with music in his ears as the darkness falls over the city.

he feels melancholic, really calm and tries to enjoy the rare moments of being alone as much as he can. some could say it’s disrespectful and not really smart of him to lie to his father and security about his whereabouts, but he doesn’t care.

that is until he finds himself in some neighbourhood he’s never been to before. it’s a place that radically differs from where is home is (if you could call a place on top of a skyscraper with a ‘gojo inc.’ logo on it that is in one of the popular boroughs of tokyo a neighbourhood); the buildings are small, the the streets and corners are dirty and shady looking, and satoru starts feeling uncomfortable as soon as he realises that he has no idea how to go home because he wasn’t really remembering the path he used.

satoru could call his dad, but he isn’t going to do that, too proud to admit to the old man that he kinda messed up. he considers it when he spots a group of men following him, though.

it’s not long before his name is called loudly and the only thing he can do is run forward, with his heart beating in his throat as he hears the three men getting closer and closer. just as he stops at the sight of a dead end his heart stops along with him.

“didn’t expect to see you in our territory, rich boy.” says the man with a scar on the corner of his lips. satoru is pretty sure the other one in the back with snakelike eyes is ready to lunge at him at any given moment, and the one with stitches all over his face by the latter’s side looks at him as if he’s a meal.

“don’t be so unwelcoming, toji, i’m sure he came with presents! right, satoru-kun?” he somehow manages to get a hold of the boy as the snake eyes rips his bag off of him. gojo is sure he is going to get bruises because of how he struggles under the hold of the guy, but all of his instincts scream for him to run away so he tries and tries.

satoru figures they know him because of his father and the press conferences that the older gojo forced him to attend as the future heir of gojo inc. he always dreaded those days and instead tried finding some joy in the events that the companies would hold after the conferences, sneaking in geto and shoko to mess around—

before he can say anything though, there is a fifth person joining the party.

“ah-ah-ah, aren’t you guys ashamed? three against one seems a bit unfair, does it?”

satoru’s heart nearly springs out of his chest as soon as he recognises the new voice. and soon the source of the voice lands behind the three men, the shadow of their figure enhanced by the street lights. he wants to record this moment so bad juts so he can show it to geto and fangirl about how cool you are, but he is frozen into his place, still under the hold of one of the guys.

the scarred one turns around to face you and you shoot your web right into his chest, tugging him closer to land a punch on his adam’s apple, effectively knocking him down. jumping high in the air, you claim the other two with webs and land back down, making them slam down with a loud thud. they fall unconscious while the other still writhes in pain, but gojo still catches his sharp eyes on himself.

your voice brings him back, “you okay?”

he nods, readying to give his thanks to you, but you interrupt him once again.

“let’s get you out of here, yeah?”

you open your arms and motion for him to step closer.

“hope you’re not scared of heights,” you smile under the mask, wrapping your arm around his waist as he wraps both around your neck. he finds it cute how you are still smaller than him even though he’s seen you demonstrate your strength countless of times in the videos you yourself or others posted, enough to know that you can crush him easily too. “hold on tight!”

flying through the city feels even more freeing than walking around without any supervision. and the scenery changes so fast he can’t keep up; his neck hurts from looking around and his throat is sore from all the screaming(satoru forgets about your ears probably dying of overstimulation because of how loud he was screaming right into them). but you laugh along with him nonetheless, flying up on your webs and then just letting go. he grips you tighter every time you do that.

you put him down in a different neighbourhood and he looks around deliriously, trying to find you. he can see the gojo inc. from his spot so he figures he now has an alibi for where he was all day, and satoru also figures that you probably know him if you chose this spot.

but he doesn’t really care about that; adrenaline is still pumping through him and excitement glimmers in his eyes as he saves the previous moments in his brain, still looking for you. you aren’t gonna leave without a goodbye, right?

turning around with a sigh, he is met with your masked self, hanging upside down from the staircase.

“you shouldn’t be walking alone in those places when it’s this late.”

“were you stalking me?” satoru grins widely, stepping closer to you.

“i was just in the neighbourhood,” you shrug a little awkwardly, giggling. “as i always am. y’know, friendly neighbourhood spider-man and all.”

satoru chuckles, expression softening, “you’re amazing.”

“not everyone thinks so,” satoru remembers people in local interviews and police calling you a vigilante and a nuisance, with reasonings such as ‘there is no need to rob police of their work’(well if police did their work there wouldn’t— shut up, satoru) and ‘i don’t feel protected by a spider looking thing’ (geto, that’s so dumb though! oh my god) and so on.

“well, i think that you’re amazing and incredible and i really admire you.”

your masks’ eyes widen in surprise and you nod in gratitude, looking away from. but your gaze is back on him when he steps a little too close to, so close his eyes are on the level of your chin and lips. that gives satoru an idea.

“i want to show you how grateful i am,” his twitching fingers ghost over your neck, looking for the seam of your mask. “can i?”

“i don’t think it’s a good idea…”

but satoru doesn’t listen, swallowing visibly before he slowly tugs off your mask, revealing skin until he reaches your nose. he is already doing something out of line, he has to appreciate the fact that you’re even letting him this close and not punching him in the face.

your lips look pretty, he notes, pretty enough for him to lean in and plant his over them.

so soft and plump, he sucks on your lower lip, tugging it back a little just to feel you lean forward, catching his lips and him off guard. a smile appears on his face as he caresses the sides of your face, your jaw and neck, but he has to pull away to let both of you breathe.

his breathing is deep and heave, eyes still focused on your lips, thinking of tasting them once again, but you don’t let him, nudging his chin with your nose as if bringing him back to reality.

satoru places a final kiss on your jaw and pulls back, not forgetting to fix your mask.

“you should give me your number.”

you laugh sweetly, shaking your head, “i’ll see you again, pretty.” and leap off, leaving him alone to calm down his burning body.

only 38 missed calls from his dad manage to cool him down, his blood literally running cold at the realisation of what’s waiting for him at home.