fuck buddies don't act like this (Gojo x Reader)

Chapter 63

Sitting before him anxiously waiting for time to flourish to a standstill as your nails dip, dig and roll the light fabric of your long off-white pleated skirt; nails clipping over the splashed embroidered petals. The hem pours a pool of flowers skirting at your ankles as your gaze lingers upon the freshly polished leather shoes strictly pointed to you beneath the decked table. This isn't what it's meant to be, just two friends meeting up for a coffee (date) just you and him.

But rather his daze is daunting, scrutinising yet soft and warm as he drowns upon your fidgeting-self unable to withstand the unbearable taunt of his teasing eyes. This was only meant to be a simple outing, a ceremonious debut to your first act of friendship yet that very word doesn't sit right upon the tongue. It grates and glazes over what this – this silly little relationship is going to flourish into.

Only time will tell and you're fearful for it.

His extraordinarily long fingers tap, tap, tap along the surface of the table as his never-ending mischievous grin grows wider and sardonically before his chin lands in the cusp of his fingers. Bright blue glinting down past the dark circular rims and the sharp contours of his nose so perfect that no earthly being should look that gorgeous before you. It's a sin, a gravely wicked one. Chewing your cheek, you turn again looking out into the open space of the garden, you're here today for afternoon tea after discovering this chique little café upon your desperation out from under Gojo's field of view. Too bad that those seconds were merely a fly's wingbeat of a saving grace as it gave you little reprieve before being doused back into this torment.

What are you doing? That you really don't know.

Running? Hiding? Basking in his insidious affection?

Survival is an option, today is a game on just how close you'll allow yourself to be with him because you fear that you're already ensnared within his clawed grasp.

"So, um, urgh," Words that quickly came to filter through this damming silence shrivels up and dies before your lips, Gojo however looks the more intrigued.

Damming yourself even more you've not only piqued his interest now but caused yourself to stammer for words and find them lost upon your sweaty palms, you can only remember how your first ever date with him went. It fills your mind quickly from a fast-running faucet and you begin to openly smile at the memory. It was a great day; the sex was spectacular like always but the date itself if you even recall calling it one in the first place was... something not even Hitoshi had a braincell in doing. It was a relaxing day; you had found balls in deterring Gojo away from his prowling enough so that sparked an incentive for him to linger for more. He must like hunting.

He was childish, you were rocking it out and yet you remember how easily that he wasn't yours and that day was just another pass time for him. But it was precious to you and always will be.

"What are you thinking about that's made your beautiful smile to disappear?" with a start you look back to him and only see concern highlighting behind his irises.

It envelopes all like his huge broad shoulders towering above you surrounding your body as if you were a meek little lamb shivering in the stark weather and he the caretaker of the land. The decked table whines beneath his weight as he leans over, elbows chipping the glaze and his other palm swoops to your chin. Delicate he feathers his fingertips along from your jawline up to the cusp of your cheekbone before splaying his fingers wide across the crook of your neck to the side of your face.

You should shiver away from such affectionate touches with the underlying meanings always present now, it's no brain teaser or Da Vinci Code to realise that his intentions are clear: that he cares. But as you continue to look at him now, at each other, you realise just how weak willed you are against him. This ploy of friendship is nothing but a lie.