𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄: 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

(iii) ditch

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"so pretty"

"mother, i'm tired of hearing you say that"

"but it's true!", the older woman exclaimed, "the ring is so beautiful. have you both decided on a date yet?"

they seemed to be getting along for once. y/n leaned back on her bed, lifting her hand up and letting the ring reflect the light that came in through the window.

it still paled in comparison to his eyes.

"we just got engaged, we haven't even talked about picking a date yet."

"better hurry up then. planning a wedding is a lot of work you know. i need to be aware of how much time i have."

their family was not as powerful as the three major families, per se. but they were at least ten times richer than all of them.

and all of them had different mindsets about their wealth. y/n was the most low-key about it.

"can't wait to be rid of me, can you?", she grumbled

"just want you to be happy, y/n"

"take literally all the time you want in picking a date", her brother entered the room, sitting down, "no rush"

"see? here's someone that actually wants me to stay", y/n pointed

"what's so great about gojo satoru anyway", he rolled his eyes

"he's strong, rich and good looking", her mother countered

"do you wanna marry him instead?", y/n asked, getting up to pick out clothes to change into

"y/n is strong, rich and good looking too", her brother pointed

"merely strong enough to ensure that the heir is strong", her mother replied

"please don't bring up children", y/n groaned

"what? you have to talk about it at some point"

"just.... not now. haven't even discussed it-"

"what-"

"tch, anyway i'm late, i have to get my dress for tonight's engagement party fitted"

"please take yuki along", her mother requested, "or do you want me to go with you?"

y/n scoffed, "i can go alone"

-•-•-•-

"and i was thinking maybe we can shorten the hem", the designer remarked, making adjustments to the dress she was wearing

"yeah that sounds great-", y/n replied when her phone rang

the designer picked up her phone that was kept on the couch and handed it to her.

hello satoru

y/n-channn
where are you right now?

i'm getting my dress fitted
why?

wait really?

yeah why?

"because i'm literally here right now..", the white haired man walked in through the fitting room, cutting the call, "thank god it's the correct place otherwise i would've scared some random person"