Strictly Professional (gojo x reader)

Chapter 35

Summary:

The eventful night of the gala continues

Author's Note:

Somebody Else by The 1975

The Flower Garden by Joe Hisaishi

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After talking with Choso for a little while and greeting some of your co-workers, you walked over to the table where you were meant to be sitting with Shoko, Nanami, and— him. Crossing the ballroom to find the table, your mind was full of a series of questions, full of wonder and confusion.

Why was he there? And why did he look so hurt? There's no way he was expecting me to go with him. What am I going to do once I get to that table? Ugh, why has everything become so complicated?

Your eye caught Shoko's hand that was waving to get your attention. You scanned the table, noticing that fluffy, white hair was nowhere to be seen, lifting a weight off your chest and allowing you to take a deep breath.

You made your way over to the table, sitting in the seat next to Shoko. "Dionysus, I'm guessing," you greeted, looking over Shoko's outfit, which was a simple, yet elegant straight-cut silk dress in a deep berry purple.

Shoko chuckled, "You know me too well."

You gave her a face, nodding to the multiple empty glasses in front, replying, "It was a little obvious." Turning to Nanami, you asked, "Nanami, who was your inspiration? If you had any."

Nanami took a sip of the wine he'd gotten with his appetizer plate of bread, crackers, grapes, and cheese. He shook his head, clearing his throat, "I didn't even bother to stress myself."

You laughed as Shoko requested from a passing server another plate of shrimp cocktail. Turning to you she remarked, "But you [Y/n], you're something else. I'm guessing you're Artemis right? Because you look like a beam of moonlight."

Your eyes widened as you nervously chuckled, "It's that obvious huh. Did I overdo it?"

Shoko rested her hand on your shoulder as she took a sip of whatever alcohol she could get her hands on. Placing the glass down she shook her head, answering, "No definitely not! You look—"

"It seems as [Y/n] has stolen my seat, Shoko. Or should I say Artemis ?"

You stiffened, feeling a tingling sensation travel from the back of your neck down into your fingers and toes.

You turned around in your chair, your eyes falling on the soft, pale strands first that were gently illuminated by the floating chandelier of candles overhead. Your eyes worked their way down, looking over his black suit before settling on the dark glasses, noticing the messy tie and lack of his usual grin.

Who's his inspiration? I'm guessing he just chose darkness or the god of the night. Shoko spoke, breaking you out of your little daze, saying, "Sorry, I forgot! These shrimp cocktails and [Y/n]'s outfit kept me a little distracted."

You smiled at her, "It's no problem, I can move to the seat by Nanami so Gojo can sit."

Gojo hummed, "I appreciate the courtesy Artemis, but it's really not necessary. I'm just going to say hi to some people. See you guys later."

You arched a brow, Is he going to call me Artemis all night? And if he wanted to sit, why is he choosing to instead go across the room? You shook your head when Nanami stood, sighing, "I'm going to head over with Gojo to make sure he doesn't start any fires tonight."