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you were confused as gojo handed you the bouquet. of course, you pushed it back to him while giving him a confused look while tilting your head. gojo looked away for whatever reason and mumbled a quick "they reminded me of you." as he stood up to walk into the antique store. your eyes followed him as he disappeared into the antique store - then they went back to the roses. it was an odd number, nine to be exact. an odd number of roses symbolized a special occasion or an anniversary. there was no special occasion nor anniversary that the two of you celebrated on this day. so you were left baffled on the bench as you stared at the bouquet. you eventually picked them up and positioned them next to your nose - far enough to not prick yourself but close enough to smell the mild floral scent that you both loved and hated so much.
you didn't know what to say - or how to respond. you just got up and walked into the antique store and noticed the tall man with his snow white hair. you walked over to him and turned him around as you put your hand on the sorcerer's forehead.
"w-what's this?" he stuttered while questioning your actions. "i'm checking if you have a fucking fever, shithead." you calmly said as you removed your hand from gojo's tender, smooth skin. he wasn't warm - in fact, his skin was nothing but cold. he didn't wear a sweater in such a cold atmosphere, just some black pants and a white button up shirt.
you didn't know what else to say now that you knew that gojo wasn't sick and that the flowers were a genuine gift.
why? just why the fuck would he give me flowers? it couldn't just have reminded him of me because of my fucking curse... there's got to be another reason.
you thought as you walked outside of the store with your eyes on the ground.
the rest of the day went normally - kugisaki and fushiguro wanted to get coffee so they dragged gojo and you along with them to the nearest cafe. you were shocked by how graceful the place looked. the cafe was completely covered in dark wooden planks. the scent of strong coffee filled the whole cafe. and towards the back of the cafe - there was a beautifully decorated library. the cafe was small but the design made use of all of the space - a truly creative masterpiece. "i'll have one thai iced tea with milk please." you said to the woman behind the counter. "under what name please?" the woman questioned as she held a black ink marker above the surface of a clear plastic cup. "kyouka." you replied as you put your credit card on the machine and put in your password. "your order will be ready soon." the woman said as she quickly wrote the name and got started with the drink.
you walked back to the table which had many bags along the bottom of it. shortly afterwards, gojo sat on the table with a book in his hand - he must've gotten it from the library. he put his elbows on the table and began to read the book. you stopped fiddling with the bags and saw the roses again. the queasy feeling you got every time your eyes laid upon the roses made you want to burn them. you should've thrown them away when you had the chance. gojo, he would never be so considerate to give someone flowers just because 'they reminded him of them' it's quite literally impossible. you looked at the man as he was peacefully reading the book - his ocean blue eyes was a rare sight, mostly because he completely covered them nowadays. the blindfold he used also pushed up his hair, in your opinion - it made him look like a clown. but whenever he took off the blindfold and wore his hair down, even you could admit that gojo was one good looking man. you didn't realize you were watching gojo until your train of thoughts were cut off by the woman calling out your fake name. that also caught gojo's attention - the loud voice making him forget the book completely.
"you're not kyouka?" gojo said while tilting his head as you sat back in your original seat. kugisaki and fushiguro were sitting on the sofas in the library corner. "it's a fake name i use when i go out so i don't get any attention." you said as you put the straw through the lid of the drink and shook it around. the sound of the ice moving around in the drink was something that always satisfied your soul. you took a sip of the tea and had never been so shocked to taste something as unique as that drink. the art of brewing tea was something the you had always admired - because a good cup of brewed tea can truly lift up the mood of any sorrowful soul.
gojo's drink was announced slightly afterwards and he got up to get the drink. he got a salted caramel macchiato, and he also seemed to be very impressed by the brew as well. "this coffee really impresses me." he hums as he takes another sip. "it's always the hidden gems of roppongi that produce the finest quality." you add on as you sip on your tea in pure amusement.
it had been ages since the two of you ever exchanged words without gojo playing a nasty prank or you making a foul comment about gojo. you both didn't know why, but it satisfied you both. perhaps a more calm and mature friendship was something the both of you two needed. in full honesty, you always hated the guts of gojo no matter what he did. anything gojo did was perfection in your parents' eyes. they wanted you to be just like gojo - and they always got very disappointed when that wasn't achieved.
"oh satoru-kun got first place, how come you got second?" "oh satoru-kun did that, why can't you?" "satoru-kun would never do something like that!" your parents revolved around gojo - and you absolutely despised gojo for that.
if he weren't to exist, my life would've been better.
you would repeat that to yourself. you couldn't care less about the man but deep down you knew that he was someone who never left your side since childhood. although you genuinely hated him - you knew a part of yourself would be missing if he hadn't to exist. gojo was a huge part of your life, he was always there no matter how much you pushed him away. and that was the most beautiful part about him.
you could never read him - you could never tell what was on his mind. but today you were sure that this was the first time gojo had displayed affection in a way that he did. it shocked you - and you were 100% sure that no one would believe you if you had to tell them what he had done. not nanami, not shouko, not yaga, not anyone. no one would believe it at all.
"why did you give me the roses?" you blurted out with your thoughts. gojo seemed to be caught of by he question, considering how his fingers tightened firmly around the paper cup his drink was served in. "this isn't like you, not at all. what's the occasion?" you added on, causing gojo to tighten his grip even more - the cup looked as if it were about to explode. he put his cup down and took a long sigh, as if he was collecting his thoughts in order to give a full answer. "i had mentioned it, they reminded me of you." you scoffed, "there's more to it, gojo, this isn't normal. this isn't like you." gojo could feel goosebumps crawling up his arm to the back of his neck. "you wouldn't get it... you wouldn't, y/n." he said before taking another sip of his coffee.
your mind was all over the place, completely out of its normal state. you gasped as your brain came into a conclusion, your heart dropped for whatever reason. "are you... a-are you dying, gojo?" you said with a voice more shaky than you thought it would be. gojo chocked on his drink for a bit, throwing the side of his fist towards his chest to help. "what?! no, i'm not! what even made you think of that, y/n, you good?" he said with a laugh from his chest. anyone would be lying if they said that that wasn't the cutest laugh they'd ever heard. but you convinced yourself that you've heard laughs better than his, even though you don't ever surround yourself with others unless it's a "business thing".
you were embarrassed, assuming such a stupid thing, but you couldn't blame yourself because gojo was fucking with your head.
why would he give me a rose? what was going on inside his head when giving it to me? and why the fuck is he staring at me right now...?
he was staring at you, intentionally. you flicked your head in a questioning manner. "you've got pretty eyes. has anyone ever told you that?" gojo questioned with a poker face you couldn't decipher, as per usual.
IS HE FLIRTING WITH ME RIGHT NOW? WHAT THE FUCK DOES HE THINK HE'S DOING?
your heart seemed to be running a marathon up a steep mountain. your brain was screaming in circles. your stomach seemed to be dancing in a field full of butterflies. you were flustered, something that never happened as often. you couldn't look gojo in the eyes, let alone sit a few feet away any longer.
you got up in a quick motion, grabbing your things. you threw away your cup in a trash can and headed out in a brisk walk. you couldn't look back, you did not want to see gojo again. in those few moments you were left in silence with gojo, you had finally realized it.
