𝐋 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐓 𝐒 | Gojo Satoru

0.11 | smile

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"I want to see the injury I inflicted on you." Akari asked again. Her tiny steps strut to his way, crunching at the fallen leaves and twigs, closing the gap between them, "May I?"

Satoru looks down at her with a poker face, and his fingers slowly proceed to unbutton his shirt.

Her mauve eyes watched him do it as he revealed his bare sculpted torso, innocently blinking to view at the bruise when she spotted it on his perfect, unblemished porcelain skin. The brunette softly inhaled to take in his beauty.

His physique is lean after all because of his height, yet he has muscle in the right parts. He has everything where every girl would go nuts over if they saw this. She hesistantly raises her hand to touch the area she striked at. When those fingertips press against his wounded flesh, Satoru flinches as she traced over the outline.

A blow so hard began to churn her stomach to remember she had received a punch and bruise in her abdomen, like this, when Oda Tatsuya "trained her" during her younger days. And she did just the same.

Akari's tears started to stream down her cheeks immediately. She takes a few steps back to cover face in shame, "Im sorry..." she sobs.

Satoru takes her trembling hands before she could, which has startled her. They're warm and his thumbs stroke her palms.

"Would you look up for me, doll?"

Her glistening lavander irises peek when he leaning down to her adorable small structure. The expensive shirt began to flap with gust of gale blowing behind her back and her hair, its tendrils, float to flow its rhythm.

"Don't overthink, got it?" His fingers brushes all the tendrils away from her pretty tear-stained face. "Do you have any idea how cute you are right now?" he says, almost romantically.

Her heart somehow skips a beat. Her cheeks fumes to a strawberry red tint and her blood rushing hotly down her body causing her to get the plesant shiver because of his compliment.

"E-eh?" Akari stutters.

He chuckles as he smiles in a very attractive way. Satoru takes both of her hands and kisses her knuckles without breaking eye contact. He flashes at her a wink, "Shall we get going?"

"Where to?" Akari nibbles the inside of her bottom lip.

"You'll see" he stands up straight and buttons his shirt, already walking away from her, "Lets hurry to catch a train."

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"City of Kyoto?" Akari arches a brow when they arrived a small station. "Why there?"

"Thats where my sensei, classmates and I are booked at a hotel" he typed away, in his blackberry's keyboard, "We are not from this prefecture, but we are from Jujutsu Tech in Tokyo. "

"And your sensei doesn't know you're here?"

"NOPE"