'Written in the second point of view when the story starts'
She was known to be a daydreamer. A Walter Mitty. A fantasizer or maybe, a little too much more than that if she was being honest.
With a life that shaped her into becoming weary and debili...
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This chapter is dedicated to TaherimTaj. This BB had been too thoughtful to post messages on my profile and constantly apologizes because of not having the chance to read my chapters because of being busy for the exams still, the eagerness to just read my chapters after exams encourages me a lot. Thank you so much, bb!I'm giving you a Satoru who's chillin' and waiting for you to come by this book again and read em' new chapters right on his side~ 💙 (Credits to the creators of the pics and gifs as always)
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(I know y'all are looking at his hands, guys. *Coughs* because I am too---)
Characters: Gojo Satoru x Small!Naive!Fem!Foreign!Reader | THIS IS A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC. THIS IS AN X READER FANFIC WHO HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE DIMENSION OF JUJUTSU KAISEN | (Trust me, you'll live. I hope?)
Summary: (Part 4) Mind Training with Gojo Satoru had been beneficial to the both of you. You were given a mission to bake him sweets and in return of earning a 10/10 rating from the Great Teacher Gojo would result for a Shopping Spree treat from the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer alive.| Additional Summary for this chapter:Gojo Satoru knew himself that he was attractive. Hence, it didn't help that he had somehow caught to be in a heap of women surrounding him from the moment you've entered the store. Howbeit, this didn't stop how he'd notice that you've been casted to the side, a woman who intentionally bumped upon your shoulders. The simple stroll away from you churning an intolerable feeling inside that made him apprehensive somehow.
