The Greatest

Chapter 8

"Takara..." Gojo started.

She turned at him and rose her hand.

"I don't want your pity, Gojo Satoru" she said. "I didn't share my past with you for that, I did it because for some reason Satoshi really seems to like you."

He looked at her, he had the intentions to keep pushing, but he held himself.

"And you? Do you like me?" He smirked.

She chuckled at let her hand down.

"So?"

Takara looked at him. He had his hands on his pockets and was leaning to reach her height. He had a small smile on his lips.

"You'll have to find out" she pushed his face away. "I have to teach, see you later, Satoru."

She walked away, and he watched her like she was a painting. He noticed how her hips moved from side to side as she walked, and how athletic her legs were. He was drunk with her presence.

(. . .)

She fixed the black leather skirt on her hips and put on a long red fur coat. She painted her lips with a wine red matte lipstick and waved her hair back.

"Satoru, you're going to fall on your ass" she smiled to the mirror.

She heard a soft knock on her door, and got her self on her high heel boots that fitted like a glove around her ankles.

"Wow" Gojo let his jaw drop "Takara-chan, I have to say, I like this sexy outfit, would you care to skip dinner?"

Takara laughed shaking her head. "You haven't earned the right to play under my skirt, Satoru"

He bit his lip and pulled his arm out. "Shall we?"

She smiled softly and grabbed his arm. "Of course".

He opened the car's door for her.

"Such a gentleman, Gojo Satoru" she chuckled.

"Anything to get a piece of that ass" he said slamming the door.

She laughed loudly, and watched him move gracefully to the other side. He was so attractive to the eye, he looked amazing with sunglasses hanging on the bridge of his nose and his white hair falling on his forehead. The black long coat wrapped on his shoulders nicely, showing to be strong and wide.

He slid on the driver's seat and started the car, grabbing the wheel with one hand and turning the radio with the other one.

"How much can you drink, gorgeous?" He smiled looking at her.

"You'll have to find out" she repeated her line from the afternoon.

"So much mystery, woman"

"I got to keep you hooked" she smiled making him smile.

(. . .)

She laughed at the glitch his face made.

"I won!" She said taking the money in front of her.

He smiled watching celebrate, he was having the time of his life.

"Oi, Satoru" she said frowning "We had drank a lot, how are we going to get back?"

"Who do you think are oi-ing?" He frowns back "Respect your elders"

"Oi, oi, oi, Satoru, oi, ooooi" she said leaning on the table.

He chuckled, he grabbed her face softly. "Someone needs to learn some manners"

She scoffed and stuck her tongue out. "What are you gonna do? Teach me?"

He leaned closer and almost on her lips he whispered. "I might"

Someone cleared their throat, and both of the drunk adults turned around.

"Nanami-san!" Takara smiled warmly "What are you doing here?"

"Taking your drunk asses home" he said with a serious voice.

Takara laughed, and Gojo threw him the keys.

"You two are so irresponsible" Nanami said turning around.

"You two are so irresponsible" Takara repeated making a deep voice, making Satoru laugh.

"I'll leave you two walk back!" Nanami yelled, making them laugh even harder.

(. . .)

"I had fun" Takara said leaning on her door.

Gojo looked at her warmly. "I did too"

They stared at each other in silence for what it seemed to be an eternity.

"So, do you like me?" He said leaning closer.

She chuckled. "I might like you, perhaps you'll have to take me out again, so I can be sure"

He smiled and put her hair behind her ear, he caressed her check softly.

"You are not gonna let me kiss you, are you?" He said almost whispering.

"What a smart man" she whispered back "Work for it, Gojo Satoru."

She opened her door, creating distance between them. "Good night, Satoru"

He put his hands in his pockets.

"Good night, gorgeous" he smiled at her as she closet her door slowly.

He let a sigh out and a smirk. "What a woman, really"