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The prolonged chimes of the bakery door sung as Gojo Satoru and his 4 year old son, Shiro, made an entry.
"What do you want today, Shiro? Daifuku seems good! But so does cake! Hmmm..." the older gojo mumbled, turning to the vacant place of his boy. His eyes scanned the room to land on a fluff of white hair standing shyly behind the back of a young woman with wavy brown hair.
Satoru tilted his head. He appeared behind the boy and spoke, "Shiro?" He murmured, "do you know her or something?"
"She's the teacher I was talking about!" A brash whisper exited the rosy cheeked boy.
Before a word came out of his father's mouth Shiro tugged on the woman's pants, effectively making her whip around with a frown.
Her face immediately lit up.
"Oh, Shiro!" A bright smile accompanied her warm ruby eyes and freckled cheeks.
beautiful, both of the gojos thought.
Shiro grinned, "Ms. Sukuna!" He hugged her legs, before opting to lift his arms up and let the said woman lift him up. "Oh, Ms. Sukuna! This is my dad I was talking about earlier!" A chubby hand pointed at the handsome man.
She lifted up her gaze to the tall man in front of her, "Hello, Mr. Gojo. Shiro has told me much about you."
A smile enlightened the man's features. "Really? All good things, I hope," If Shiro still wanted to keep his unruffled hair intact. "I've heard much about you too! He gives you quite a reputation."
And, oh, the shy blush that uplifted her features made Gojo hear an extra chime of a bell and see a halo appear above her head.
Shiro, He thought, I'll do anything in my power to answer your prayers of wanting a mom now.
"I must say, I now agree with him saying you were the most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes upon." His alluring blue eyes stared into crimson from under black lenses.
His flattery worked to an extent, as she emitted a deeper red on her cheeks, turning shy. "...Shiro said that?"
"Of course, Ms. Ryomen! He adores you!" As do I.
"Ah, well thank you," She brightened, "I see where Shiro got his unique hair and eyes from." Ms. Ryomen then realized the person in front of her had finished their order. "I'll have an extra extra sweet caramel toffee frappé with caramel drizzle and crushed hazelnut crunch topping on the whipped cream."
"Of course!" The cashier sweat-dropped, "anything else?" Please nothing else, the cashier silently prayed.
Gojo stepped beside her, "a second of what she got and a dozen sweet cream daifuku to go please." Surprise enveloped Ryomen's features as he paid together.
"Ms. Ryomen, I didn't know you liked sweets too!" Shiro chimed from her side as he gripped her hand as they left the shop.
"I have quite the sweet tooth," She lightly laughed in embarrassment. "Mr. Gojo, thank you but you didn't have to pay for me, you know?"
"I know," He hummed after a taste of his drink. "It's my thanks for giving me a go-to order like this. It's exactly my type of drink!" He obnoxiously slurped, eliciting a breathy laugh out of her in amusement.
Light pink had remained on her cheeks throughout their interaction no matter what they spoke of. Naturally shy, perhaps?
"Papa, you're late to work right? Since Ms. Ryomen's my teacher, can I walk with her to school so you're not extra late?" Shiro asked sweetly, looking up at his father with puppy eyes.
Gojo's eye twitched as he wanted to speak more to the beauty. You little prick, he cursed in his mind.
"Do you not want your dear father walking you to school?!" He whined dramatically.
"Ms. Ryomen's cooler." Satoru pretended that he didn't hear a laugh beside him to keep his dignity.
"HAH?! What about the sweets I brought you??"
"...I'll take those too."
A sulking Gojo gloomed beside Ryomen, before the angel spoke herself. "If you don't mind, Mr. Gojo. If it's more convenient for you, I can take Shiro." She worried, looking up at him as she realized his semi-casual attire for work.
Gojo was a big shot in the business side of things, attested as the same league as Ryomen Sukuna and Fushiguro Toji.
Speaking of Ryomen, Gojo planned to ask her if she was related to his rival. But that will come a different day, as Gojo decided to hand his son and future-wife each one daifuku.
He crouched down to Shiro's height and took his shoulders, his azure eyes peeking out his black sunglasses, "Take care of the pretty lady, yeah?"
Shiro saluted, unknowing of the redness on the said women's cheeks, "Of course, daddy!" To which Gojo smiled, standing up to look down at the woman,
"Take care, Ms.Ryomen!" He called behind him as he was off.
A sigh erupted from the woman. She was nervous around him. He emitted confidence that made it difficult to keep calm around.
"Did you like meeting my papa, Ms.Ryomen?" Shiro chirped beside her as he skipped and swung on their clasped hands.
She smiled politely at the child, "Yes, I did."
"Good! Then you should marry him and become my mommy!"
