Strictly Professional (gojo x reader)

Chapter 37

Summary:

It's the Monday after the gala and everything from a confusing note to an untimely storm makes your day worse.

Author's Notes:

Hello everyone, I hope you enjoy this chapter because it was a more difficult one to finish. I still want to go back and change details, but I'm also exhausted lmao so bear with me.

Recommended Songs:
The Scientist by Coldplay
Life Moves On by FINNEAS

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Turning on the engine to your Volvo SUV, you noticed the orange check engine light flicker on. Your brows furrowed, turning to the digital clock on the dashboard, mumbling, "I'm already running late, and there's going to be traffic." I should be fine for a trip to and from work, you convinced yourself.

Now walking into your office, you rested your bag beside your desk, stretching as you looked out at the gray clouds slowly rolling into the city. It's not supposed to rain. Maybe a little drizzle, but I'll be fine without the umbrella today.

Straightening your cream, high collared blouse that you paired with black slacks, you sat down in your chair, letting out a sigh as you saw a new notecard, the rushed strokes of Gojo's handwriting dancing on the page.

It was only the Monday after the gala, so your encounter under the glass ceiling of the gazebo was fresh on your mind. Feeling your cheeks warm and your chest tighten with an uncomfortable sensation, you thought, I'm so embarrassed. What came over me that night? I didn't even drink that much. Watch his note just tease me—you know what, I won't read it at all.

You huffed, crumpling the note and plopping it into the glass jar that sat to the right of your monitor. Unlocking your computer and checking your email, you sighed with satisfaction, stealing a glance at the jar that was nearly full with crumpled balls of paper. Yup, definitely not going to read that. What a waste of my time. I have so much better things to do.

Ten minutes passed. Twenty minutes passed. Forty minutes passed. You were now tapping your index finger against the edge of your desk, leaning back as you finished delegating contacts for Nobara, Itadori, and Choso to look at.

You closed your eyes, tilting your head up to the ceiling, taking a deep inhale. Choso's email had taken so long to write. God, why was I stuck on the closing salutations for fifteen minutes?

To clarify, the choice to close either with 'With regards' or 'Sincerely' was important, one that could easily destroy whatever friendship you were trying to keep with the man.

You rolled your head to the side, sneaking another look at the glass jar, which was another reason why you had taken so long to send three emails practically saying the same thing. You kept looking back at the jar, your mind wandering and then returning to the task at hand every time you noticed the brightness of the computer screen lower from disuse.

You stared at the jar, the fall weather apparent today as the jar reflected gray clouds in the window behind you. I didn't bring an umbrella today. So please, please don't rain as I go home. For the next few minutes, you walked around the building, checking in on the younger associates you assigned work to and looking over the rest of October and what contracts and deals were due.

Sitting back down in your chair, placing a cup of coffee you'd acquired on your rounds, your eyes found their way back to the mason jar once again. Has the amount of crumpled notes increased? Did someone sneak one in? I better look through them to check—wait, no, no, no. This is just me wanting to read the note from this morning. You know what, it's meant to be read. The effort put in shouldn't be wasted—but I know it's going to be humiliating. But he's not like that—wait I take that back. The bastard literally called me emotionally inept—that was fucking humiliating, so he's definitely capable. Actually, no. Fuck it, I'm reading it I won't be able to focus until I do.