Strictly Professional (gojo x reader)

Chapter 16

Summary:

Heading to the restaurant for your dinner, you quickly realized your night with Satoru was far from over.

Author's Note:

Hey everyone, I plan to post the next chapter on Friday, and the next week I'll take a short break from posting to deal with some things and polish the next chapters.

Recommended Songs:
EVRWNDR by Kid Bloom
Killshot (Slowed + Reverb) by Magdelena Bay
Sparks by Coldplay

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Tired of going through the subway for the entire day, Satoru decided to call the company car to pick you guys up. While you were waiting, you guys continued swaying together to keep warm. The car had finally arrived, and you were promptly dropped off at the restaurant Hibiscus. Entering the dining room, you felt totally out of place as the two of you were wearing casual jeans, boots, and sweaters, and everyone who was sitting down was in the formal apparel you would wear to the office. You felt the disdainful glances of the uptight elite that felt that you didn't belong, but you continued walking, just focusing on the footsteps of your waiter in front of you.

Your waiter continued to lead you through the dining room towards the glass stairs that curved around hibiscus trees that were staggered among platforms of different heights. Reaching the second floor, you were greeted with several beautiful private rooms that were behind tinted panes of glass that resembled the shades of hibiscus flowers. But at the end of the hallway, there was a larger private room titled "Rosa-Sinensis". You looked up at Satoru, who held a satisfied expression on his face, "You know you didn't have to do all of this, Satoru," as you moved closer into his side. The arm that he had wrapped around you pulled you even closer, and he leaned down, "I think that this is the appropriate treatment of a Princess," kissing your forehead. You smiled, "Why, thank you, my charming prince."

As you walked into the room, you let out a gasp seeing the interior of the room. The room was lined with the same hibiscus color tinted glass that gave the room a warm, rosy glow and view of the cityscape. On the wall without windows, there was a small waterfall with two hibiscus trees on either side. You heard the chair slide against the floor, looking over to see Satoru pulling the chair out for you. You walked over and sat, saying, "You're giving me the full experience, aren't you?" Satoru slid into his chair, replying, "As a gentleman would," tilting his head down to wink at you behind his glasses.

Once you guys had ordered and begun eating your food, Satoru pointed out, "Technically, this is our first official date as a couple," pulling out his phone to take a picture. Thinking that munching on a bite of pasta wasn't the most flattering, you held a hand in front of your face.

Finishing your bite and narrowing your eyes, you retorted, "Nice observation, now why the unsolicited photos?"

"You looked so cute, and I just couldn't help myself," Satoru replied, munching on a piece of garlic bread. He continued, "And you should get used to that now that you're all mine." You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, yeah, whatever Satoru." He leaned closer, resting his hand against the table while you suggested, "You know, we should get to know each other like a regular couple." He smirked, countering, "Sweetheart, I already know all that I need to." Finishing your entree, you asked, "And what do you mean by that Satoru?" His thigh brushed yours under the table, "Like, I don't know, the things I do that make you scream," his voice becoming a deep whisper.

Feeling your body begin to react to his words, you avoid his gaze, mumbling, "Yeah we'll see about that next time, brat." Satoru's glasses slid further down his nose, giving you a sight of the mischievous gleam in his eyes, "Why wait for next time when it can be right now? The bathroom is right over there and I think it's calling our names." Your cheeks burned, hearing his suggestion, making him die of laughter. You finally replied, "Again, you just not caring whoever is around," calling the waiter over to clear up your now empty plates.