He was tall, his white hair was a pale as snow, his bright blue eyes like jewels. He too, seemed to have noticed you.
He strolled so casually over to you, it almost seemed like you were good friends.
"Well, well, well... what do we have here~"
...
The building before you definitely did not look like somewhere a Cursed Item would be stored.
Bright lights flunctuated through the clear glass windows, the noise was deafeningly loud and enough for your head to pound to the irregular rhythm.
Why would there be such a high level Cursed Item at a strip club...
Sliding on black leather gloves, the small silver on the side clanging against your skin, you entered the club.
A strong sense of dread pushed back against your aura, and your head began to pound louder.
"Tsk." You muttered, taking a deep breathe and wandering further inside.
—
Three large poles were rooted into the ground, if the music outside wasn't enough to make you deaf, inside it definitely was.
Glancing around, you realised this was a male strip club, the male staff were in bunny-suits and fishnets, with large floppy black ears perched on their heads. The three main strip poles on stage were occupied by three very attractive men.
Blinking rapidly to intake these men's beauty, you panickedly called Megumi to ask if this was the right place.
"Megumi, are you sure I'm at the right place." You whisper shouted down the phone. A sleepy voice answered.
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"So where is it hidden?"
A brief pause.
"Nowhere?" He said slyly.
Suppressing the urge to go over and wring his throat until it snapped into two, you sighed.
"Why do you want me here?"
"Come on Y/N, you're so boring~"
You could hear the smirk in his voice, suppressing the urge to go over and wring his throat until it snapped into two AGAIN.
'One more time and I'll make sure to actually do it.'
"Why am I here Megumi?" You asked sweetly. But he could hear the threat in your voice.
"Woah there, bestie, I just think you needed some fun. You're always staying at home wallowing in your social anxiety and— what do you call it—" You ended the call abruptly.
With a heavy sigh, you sat down wondering what you even had to do here. Sneaking a glance at the stage, one of the strippers catch your eye.
He was tall, with white hair and bright blue eyes. He too, seemed to have noticed you.
He strolled so casually over to you, it almost seemed like you were good friends.
"Well, well, well... what do we have here~" A pale, calloused and veiny hand sneaked under your chin and lifted it up, to look directly up at...
You felt a twinge of pain pierce through your head, this man seemed familiar, way too familiar. And who the FUCK had allowed him to touch her.
Pushing away his beautifully-structured hands, you stood up to leave.
"How... feisty, Y/N~" he drawled lazily. He went to take hold of your hand and brought it to his lips.
You stood there in shock before your instinct kicked in.
"Who the fuck are you?"
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A/N:
writing this because all my friends simp for bloody gojo, and i am not an exception <3 😞
i have no script written, and chapters will be irregular, but ill try to make them long.
thanks for reading besties <33
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