One True Love: Maki x FemReader

3: Family Ties

As we headed towards the back of the building, out of sight from anyone who would be walking by, Gojo grabbed my ear and yanked me over like I was an animal.

"Ow! Gojo, what the fuck!?" I yelled out as he dragged me.

He let go once we were a good distance away from any populated place where we may be overheard.

"You.." he trailed off in a rage before ripping off his blindfold. I know most people thought his eyes were beautiful, but to me, they were a sign of torture and terror.

I trembled as he glared into me.

"Take off your fucking glasses," he hissed and I quickly obeyed. I couldn't remember the last time I had seen him like this.

Probably not since the Gojo family clan met me and my mother.

I tried to focus on keeping my eyes their normal shade, but as he continued to pierce into them, I felt them shift back to black.

"You can't," he said, never blinking or shifting his blue orbs from mine.

I really didn't know what he meant yet, so I stood there silently, afraid to say the wrong thing while he was in this state.

Gojo could end me with a single blow, and he never let me forget it.

"The way you looked at her."

I couldn't control my eye color, but I could control the expression on my face, so I kept it unmoved.

"At who, Gojo?"

"Maki," his jaw clenched. "Fucking Maki Zenin. You can't."

"I can't what?"

His voice was low before, but something in him snapped and he yelled loudly at me, "Did you think I wouldn't notice!!?"

My eyes shifted down as he yelled at me, tears rolling softly down my cheeks as my eyes changed to a greyish-blue.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you," he demanded and I quickly met his gaze again.

Maybe it was the tears, or maybe it was the look of absolutely heartbreak on my face, but for some reason Gojo's expression changed. It was slightly softer now.

He sighed, "Y/n, what does pink mean?"

Most of the colors were self explanatory, but people always asked just to make sure, especially Gojo. He may have hated me, but he was also very intrigued by me. He always has been.

"They've actually never turned that color until now," I admitted softly. "So I have my guesses, but I'm not sure."

"Is it love?"

"I mean... I don't know. I've never felt that before. Can you love someone you just met?"

He shrugged, "So what then? Infatuation? Desire? A crush?"

I just shook my head because I truly didn't know. This was another thing I hated about my eyes.

Most people have time to process and figure out their emotions, silently and privately.

However, with my feelings plastered across my face for the world to see, I was supposed to know exactly what it meant at all times.