'i'm your biggest fan, i'll follow you until you love me'

superstar!satoru x stalker!reader

you had always admired the gojo satoru. always present at all of his events and public sightings, usually you'd be at the front to get a better look at him along with other fangirls. which pissed you off—having to share the sight of him with other people. as hypocrite as it was since you were also just a fan. but no, you wanted him all to yourself. the others didn't get him like you did—a lie every fan tells themself. but it was truly different with you.

they didn't know his address like you did. they didn't know the shop he frequently went to. they didn't even know which middle school he went to. you did.

you knew the exact floor he lived on, the exact balcony he'd sometimes come to in the afternoon of a sunday with a coffee mug in hand.

you'd like to think it was indeed different with you, the other fans didn't have the passion you had.

you were waiting at the side, the main row taken by paparazzi's by the entrance of the hotel he was to come at any moment now.

then his car arrived, the one you had seen countless times before. the familiar tall stature stepped out, his bodyguards immediately creating a shell for him from all the people trying to capture any blurry angle of him. you stared at him, you could never get tired of seeing your muse. it was already hard to see him so frequently, it really did take a lot to be this consistent. most people would call it insanity but you liked to call it passion. who wouldn't want to know everything about their hyper fixation?

satoru was walking towards the gates of the hotel, just wanting to go in without much media. he had a tiring day, even his perfect hair was a bit mused. he just gave a curt nod to the cameras, very much wanting to flip them off instead. he just wanted to go in. thats when he saw the silhouette he'd seen so many times before, it was like a ghost following him everywhere. he didn't know why suddenly it frayed on his nerves. mostly because he was already annoyed and the constant presence of this person didn't help it. he'd seen you everywhere he went, the same big eyes staring at him like you were looking for his insides. he was supposed to be invincible, he didn't know why those dark pools of eyes staring at him so intently undoes him so much.

he'd usually ignore you, it was hard when you were so constant though. he followed his impulse this time for some reason.

you saw it, the exact time those cerulean eyes fell on yours. the exact millisecond he frowned before walking towards you.. your heart picked up, you wanted to flee away like a rabbit but you felt like a deer caught in headlights.

he was before you now, staring down at you with annoyance and reluctant curiosity. his tall form shielding your identity.

"why are you everywhere?" he spoke.

you didn't have the voice to reply, you just stared up at him like he was an illusion. that only irritated him.

"well? answer me? i'm not letting you off the hook this time." he looked behind at the fuss, catching your wrist in his hand before taking you into the hotel with him. he had enough of feeling like he was being watched all the time, even when he was alone.

he ordered his team something you were too busy staring at him to register what. he took you further into the empty lobby, letting go of your wrist.

he looked at you expectantly.

"i.. hello. i'm your fan." was what you said, only to gain a scrutinizing gaze from him.

"are you? as far as i'm in my career, no 'fan' follows me around fucking countries all the time. who are you? and why are you after me?" he was looming over you now, looking down at you.

"well, maybe i'm your first dedicated fan then." he almost looked amused by your answer.

"very clever." he said, flatly. "now what is it that you want?"

"are you truly asking me what i want? really? won't you regret asking that? i obviously want you." you said, blatantly.

"no, god, i didn't mean it like that. i was asking why do you follow me around everywhere! literally everywhere."

"you noticed me?" you were almost beaming, at least as much as your mysterious and nonchalant demeanor allowed.

"not a good thing by the way. plus it's hard not to when you're 'accidently' in the same restroom i am in. you weirdo. didn't you enter the same restroom at the other event as me?" he accused, he still couldn't comprehend someone so harmless looking could be so.. well, a blatant stalker.

"well... not that weird. it was a gender neutral one." you said, not really trying to defend yourself.

"that doesn't make it any better. i have other instances too." he said, folding his arms against his chest.

"so.. you want answers.. the answer is that i'm obsessed with you." you said.

he looked at you taken aback for a second.

"clearly... but a thousands of other people are. you're the one who's weird about it."

"i like to say i'm just passionate." he was bewildered by you, this harmless looking girl was here admitting to being his stalker with no hesitation.

you got a bit worried at his silence, usually he was charmingly talkative. did you really did something so bad to make him go silent?

"don't sue me.. it's not like i have harmed you in any way..." you said, wondering if you had pissed him off that much.

"and now you're worried about being sued? not when you suddenly worked at the convenience store close to my home for a week all of a sudden?"

"oh.. uh, you noticed that too? well, a girl needs to get her money up, you know?" you said, trying hard to show you weren't intimidated by him. you absolutely were.

"right, because the job at a store would definitely fly you over to my next destination." he sighed. wow, he looked hot when he was weary—was your thought. or maybe not because he looked like you had offended him with your thinking, or maybe he just got the look. either way, you prayed you hadn't said it out loud.

"you know this is not okay, right? this is very creepy of you. don't you have other things to do? not even my own paparazzi are like you. i don't get how you're so.. dedicated to this."

"because i want you." you answered simply and honestly, which made him pause for a second.

"so do a lot of other people! they're not weird about it like this. i mean, i know my impact. everyone wants a piece of me to show off-" he was cut off by you immediately.

"no, i don't want you to show off. if i had a piece of you i'd keep it to myself. no other soul would witness it. god, i don't even like the people who scream your name while standing beside me, it pisses me off that they even know you enough to do that." he looked absolutely stunned, waiting for you to say you were joking. his breath hitching just a bit, but you noticed. of course you did. you noticed everything of him. you were serious, dead serious. you wouldn't be here if it was just a gag to you.

"you're... you're crazy." he let out with his breathy voice, he pinned your wrists to the wall along with you. "you're absolutely insane. deliciously insane. don't you feel shame?"

"why would i? i want you. badly so. okay maybe i'm lying, i do feel a bit embarrassed about being so.. uh 'crazy' about you." you said, his eyes almost softened too quickly at your awkwardness. he didn't know why he felt your blatant stalker behaviour so... alluring. a bit cute too if he admitted. you managed to have an awkward charm while being batshit crazy about him.

"show me then. how badly."

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you were sitting on the sofa along with satoru on an afternoon, his arm around your shoulder as he watched the tv along with you when your teen daughter approached you both.

"mom, how did you meet dad? i know you have told me you were the one who pursued him but how?" satoru let out a chuckle at that, it was still hilarious to him to this day. well, only because he chose to ignore the creepy part. he looked over curiously at his daughter and wife.

"why do you ask, sweetheart?" he asked your daughter.

she looked embarrassed. "uh.. well... there's this guy in my class and well, i don't know how to approach him. i feel like he doesn't even know me."

you smiled mischievously at that, satoru turned a bit protective before seeing the look in your eyes, you never failed to surprise him.

"so you follow him around and be crazy obsessive." you said, which earned you a scoff from your daughter.

"i'm not joking, mom." your daughter complained.

"nor am i. you know your dad was a famous celebrity, i was his stalker. i followed him everywhere until he couldn't take it anymore." that made satoru laugh.

your daughter looked at you both in scrutiny.

"stop joking around you two, seriously." she said, feeling like she had asked idiots for advice.

"your mom is not lying though." satoru said to the offspring which had her gaping.

idek where i was headed with this 🤤✌️ comments and feedbacks appreciated😜