𝐋 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐓 𝐒 | Gojo Satoru

0.7 | solace

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"Are you Ichinomiya's boyfriend, pretty boy?" Matsu stands up. He scoffs with laughter as he checks their surroundings. "I mean, who wouldn't be into her? Just look that loveliness!"

Satoru glimspes over to make sure Akari is okay and she was. Sort of.

Again with that face, he says in his thoughts.

Her feline hands are cupped, one stacked on top of the other, over her chest. Her pretty facial feautures hints distress and concern. It is self-explainatory that she didn't want to start a commotion in front of families and children. Her way of thinking irked Satoru that she lets herself get hit by despicable man that should be behind bars.

On the contrary, he understands why she didn't move a muscle. He doesn't know the details, but something tells him that her earliest memories with Oda Clan aren't pleasant.

For her sake, Satoru needs to calm down, keep his composure and handle the issue civilly; he doesn't want Akari's heart problem to get worse.

She is truly like a doll that has been put back into pieces after being shattered too many times. It seems she is picking up the shards by herself although she is delicate, empty and broken. Its no wonder she is defensive and feisty, because she wants to to protect herself since no one hasn't protected her, a solace she desperately needed.

He finds her struggles beautiful in his potent blue eyes. He even finds her beautiful right now with that pastel orange cotton sundress she is wearing, illuminating her figure due the colors of the sun shining this wonderous afternoon.

The apparell flows above her knees; the hem is professionally sewed like a beach wave all the way around. Its' imprint design is adorn repeatedly too with a tiny ovals, evenly spaced out, and cut in to form floral-daisy-shapes. Underneath was another layer of the same color, poly-cotton dress, that avoided the holes to be seeing through her physique.

To top it off, Akari wore a cute, white, knitted, over-sized caridigan and low white sneakers too. Her luscious brown hair is in loose curls, divided at the middle along with her short bangs.

Satoru tried not stare for too long, so he prevented it. He can't believe she has his favorite tastes too.

"She is pretty, aint she?" Matsu blabbers, "Its no wonder the rumors about her being a whore are true and I can certify that for myself. If she carries that innocent facade and has that robust personality, I don't know who else she slept with besides me."

"People that listen to gossip and spread rumors are a bunch of lowlifes." Satrou plainly stated; he wanted this to get over with. "And you are much more worse than that. You better leave her alone or else."

"Or else?? or else what?" Matsu has his arms wide open as bystanders still observed, "You are the one who started this whole show. Why don't you finish it off."

"My strength and my breath isn't worth wasting for a scumbag like you."

Matsu furrows his eyebrows and perks his ears up to listen the murmurs of the locals and shoppers. He managed to hear the women whispering, not about the situation, but about Gojo Satoru on how handsome and attractive he is. There were many girls, even women of age, giggling and squealing about his physical traits: his height, his face, his build, especially his blue eyes.

But those eyes connect with someone else's — a pair of polished purple sapphire gems.

The brunnete jumps when he has focus on her when all the women are gawking at his beauty and glory. She still has that face of pain, lament and remorse and blush in her rosy cheeks.

"Im holding back all my willpower to not kick your ass right now, but for sake of everybody, leave." Satoru elegantly saunters his way to the girl who is waiting for him by the flower shop.

Akari's eyes widen simotaneously and shouts: "Behind you!"

Matsu tried to tackle him, but Satoru slides out of the way and watched him fall again, making a fool out of himself. His foot stepped at the back of his head as Matsu tried to get up, but he is slammed back down — his cheek being crush at both ends.

"You know what. I take back on what I said, If you wanna fight me so badly," the jujutsu sorcerer smirks and cracks his knuckles, "I'll be happy to give you a few punches and lessons myself. You wanna take this outside?"

"Satoru-kun!!"

His blue orbs peer at the brunette calling him name for the first time. She runs to him with mild worry and she tugs on his arm. "Stop it! You'll get in trouble!"

"Oh? The slut came to stop her boyfriend~." Matsu chuckled, "Nice view down here. It been awhile I haven't seen that precious and sacred heaven I claimed between those amazing legs. GAH!"

Satoru applies more pressure on his pathetic face, but he was gently pushed off by Akari. Those wonderful violet irises plea up him.

"There are people calling security to kick him out. Lets go, okay?" She glides her hands on his chisled abdominals. They remain there as she naturally smiles up at him to say she is okay when she is not.

His entire body and flesh swells when those teasing fingertips lightly touch him through his silky white collared shirt that is tucked inside his slacks. Satoru could just gaze her like this forever and tenderly kiss that mouth to take away the pain. But he couldn't.

"Are you two actually dating? Now that I think about it, I haven't seen you around here, pal! You must be from the city." Matsu spoke loudly for everybody like a delirious psycho who is filled with jealousy and envy that the most beautiful girl has someone else. He decided to continued to spout nonsense.

"Ichinomiya Akari doesn't only attract country boys, but city boys too? Gosh, a slut like her definitely has low standards."

"He's more of a gentleman than you will ever be."
Akari emphasizes.

Lets not forget he saved her twice and said endearing compliments that had her heart racing for miles despite he is playful, haughty and prideful persona .

The brunette refused to let Matsu bring her down than he already has. She doesn't want to be humiliated ever again because of what he did to her... And what her clan did to her too...That's why she...

Her arms embrace Satoru's torso and her soft body presses against him.

All the women across the room gasped out loud.

"And its none of your business who I go out with either."

"WHAAAAAAAAAT?!?!!"