fuck buddies don't act like this (Gojo x Reader)

Chapter 40

You waited thirty-eight minutes and forty-three seconds for Usui to knock on the door and finally show up before the clock struck seven o'clock the longest you could possibly leave it to before showing up. There's nothing more embarrassing than saving your plus one ticket only to give it to another, the regret you feel only bouncing off your form as you swallowed those emotions for the time being.

Later, you'll cry later.

Walking in with your head held high whilst clutching onto your gold encrusted black leather clutch. You had styled yourself well in steampunk military style suit, black velvet jacket with golden embroidery matching with high waisted black flared trousers. It's the only time of the year when true artists can show off their culinary expertise in the eyes of fashion. You had seen Sarah walking around somewhere by the far wall length windows at the beginning of the show, she really is a showstopper. A small glimpse of her usual beret hat and black floral printed blouse tucked nicely into her sailor high waisted trousers, you couldn't take your eyes off her. It would be a crime for any young bachelor to leave her alone or seductress for that matter.

You didn't wait by the entrance seeing as many of the guests begin to filter through towards the in-depth security personnel panel just a couple of feet inside the lobby. Grateful to those not carrying anything too much and no disasters yet. That's a big yet, still Usui didn't come and despite yourself you felt relieved tonight was your night and you couldn't, wouldn't ruin it for everyone else if he had come.

So, you stand by your artwork still too nauseated to move and wonder around and see everyone else's great works against yours, honestly, the lovesick puppy truly shows through the slick of paint. Each stroke and the colour, you sigh with closed lids, of course it had to be that colour. Whatever was going through your mind when creating such pieces could only be one man in particular, many bystanders couldn't take their eyes off it.

Folding your arms as you absentmindedly walk closer towards the pieces, your painted nails scratching lightly upon your flesh of your Adam's apple. A light shiver flash through you, the heated flare slowly passing, if it wasn't for the extreme amounts of cool air being passed throughout the room you could dare say you're dying of heatstroke. Or what you imagined what it was, as even your spit became heavy and thick in the back of your throat, dryer than the desert. Grainy and bitty at the tip of your lips, still you suppressed the ability to spit when a kinder younger gentlemen rolled up alongside yourself.

Too aware of his highly expensive Rolex on his left hand or of his custom made tan suit and as you adjust your position slightly you spot his peculiar glasses have no arms to wrap around his ears. Averting your gaze back to the painting in question that brought you this far, your main piece, bigger, it took longer to procure but despite all that the emptiest of them all. The feelings that you felt were rushed for this one, not finished, biting your lip as that thought churns inside yourself.

Still so much life springs from it as you rake your eyes over the caverns, the divots and the bountiful splotches sparking alive, you don't know what came over you to draw it, possession maybe. But whatever it was became captivating for all eyes to land and bore into it, burrowing deeper than ants and as the person next to you shifts you dare not to remove your eyes for a single moment.

"Truly powerful," He mutters under his breath but with a small glance his covered gaze covers you.

Startled to find him attractive and dashing a deep blue dress shirt as the eye-catching accessory of his person, a truly an expensive man indeed. Reminding you of someone who already hanged before you in all his glory, sucking upon your teeth, was it too obvious of who you painted and what it was to you. What it had signified to you?

"And I hate it." The stinging words couldn't have brought you so much joy if you didn't agree with him more.

You turn to him fully now, the crinkle of hidden smugness to pluck out if you wanted him to feel regret by talking badly right in front of the artist herself hangs like a white flag. A soft crackle of a laugh escapes you masked and muffled quickly behind your hand when the man in question surveys you with an unamused expression.

"And why is that?" Quickly glancing at the piece, stunning as it is, it's not the finest of your works and most likely will be coming home with you tonight.

The last ticket to the station, that's what it means to you, a past life left behind and somewhat mournful of it. That regret. The longing and fulfilment you had back then, simpler times but as those memories ice over with a murky rose-tinted picture settling inside your mind you couldn't forget it. Him.

"Because it reminds me of someone I don't respect or like for that matter." You choked down quickly a small back throated laugh, whoever he saw in your painting must have really riled him up as his swiftly cleaned up hair slightly becomes dishevelled in that moment.

Small but there, whoever the person was really did wrung this man ragged.

And as you both still lingered by your masterpiece despite your heavy criticism of it or anyone's uneducated opinion on your inappropriate meaning behind it. You felt the strange presence of someone calling you or about's to and as if on cue.

"Y/n!" Hikaru, Morgan's date hollered in, waving her arms vigorously despite the crowd she was garnering with spiteful gazes, fucking rich people.

Turning around finding her there, her arm pulled back behind herself and as much as you want to go up to her and greet her, the presence of Morgan and that strange tension between you two was never lifted. So, you nod with a wide smile, you'll have to tell her eventually about what happened but for now you let the festivities wander on for them and everyone else. Deflating with rejection Morgan tugs at her girlfriend's arm pulling her away with a tug but before following the strange gaze of the man next to you with surprise and interest whizz over you.

She twitches to step in but Hikaru awes like a little kid at the many dazzling artworks and in her earnest to look at them all unknowingly propels Morgan away from you and the unknown man.

Mouth hanging wide open for all the flies to call home, as if it was becoming a trend tonight you seriously needed some water and maybe some hearing aids. Even most of the consecutive group gapes at the operator as he hands you your cheque, not out of sheer spite but out of gratitude and amazement, you had well and truly sold out. Morgan hummed somewhere deep within the fray, Hikaru by her side, no sight of envy but a restrained urge to scream for a party there and then.

You looked to her then, finding her quickly and utterly shocked to even mouth anything to describe your feelings.

Not the ones you had bottled up for this evening.

Surprised. Shocked that anyone would be even interested to buy let alone at the full asking price, it's not like you down soled yourself but it was reasonable for the marksmanship behind it and just a little bit of profit but this. Every. Single. Piece. Sold.

Just how many zeroes?

One.

Two.

Three.

Four?!

Whoever paid for all of them seriously overpaid you, this, this is too much.

That was a tough nut to crack and for everything that it's worth it feels like someone else painted those pictures, sold a part of yourself in the making of it all. The regret you felt during the show, you mistook it for what you had created but now as you feel it settle its disgusting claws into you, you understand fully now. You regret even making them in the first place, whoever has them might as well burn them into ash, for you have sold yourself to the devil.

And as the claws of his enchantment seep in, twisting your heart into charcoal so easily broken into dust, you gape again at the thought. Just what have you done. 

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I know a lot of you are pretty pissed off at Yn for staying with Usui but trust me the fruits of our labour will pay off and Usui will be getting his retribution.

Anyway I doubt any of you will enjoy the next chapter.