Annoying At Its Finest

six

▪︎ six different things

A white off-shoulder cloth with puffy sleeves paired with a dark blue calf-length pleated skirt is what she decided on. Both of the clothes were bought by Gojo from that mall scenario a few days back.

It seemed to be somewhat satisfying to wear something from him on their date. Utahime had to admit, that man has great taste. She is going to try to be a very good girlfriend,  so she chose to match Gojo's attire.

Thankfully,  they didn't set a time. It's still around 11 am in the morning when she finished bathing. From how she was progressing, they will be having an afternoon date.

As she put on the clothes, she was a bit worried about how this date was going to be. They argue a lot. Shouldn't dates be fun and enjoyable? Will she have fun and enjoy?

All those worries made time slow. It felt like an hour, but she couldn't spent more than thirty minutes getting ready.

She walked out of her room. Gojo was on his phone that he held horizontally. He must be playing a game. For some reason, she thought he looked adorable. A very handsome, tall man making such an irritated expression.

"Let me finish just this one game, Utahime."

"Unbelievable," she mumbled.

"Don't frown, Utahime."

Her eyes widened. Now, she felt petty and embarrassed.

She went back to her room and stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes scanned over her whole appearance. She doesn't look bad, at the very least. Her feet took her closer to the mirror, and she glared at herself.

"Why are you being too conscious? It's a date, you've been on dates," she told herself mentally.

Her eyes must have been so focused that she didn't notice Gojo barging in unannounced again.

"Did you get sulky that I made you wait?"

"No, I didn't."

He stood behind her and hugged her from the back. His chin laid gently on her shoulders.

"You look pretty."

With red tint covering her cheeks, she cleared her throat. "Thank you."

All that self-conscious thoughts just wafted into the air. A man, as good-looking as him, saying she's pretty. That got her heart beating fast.

"Eh," he whined, "I don't get a compliment?"

"You look handsome too."

He stood up straight, "I don't like that, it feels forced."

Utahime groaned and pried his hands off her waist. "Don't accept it if you don't want to. No one's forcing you." She started to walk away and opened the door leading outside her room.

"Let's go, Gojo. I'm hungry."

During the car ride, Gojo glanced at Utahime. The lady on the front seat was clearly restless. She held her phone, and she turns it on with a few minutes interval. Her right hand taps her thigh hurriedly. And her eyes kept sneaking a look at him.

A brief traffic welcomed them on their way to a restaurant. Gojo had enough of Utahime looking really uncomfortable.

"What the hell is up with you?"

"What?"

"Why are you so tense?"

Utahime looked out the window, "I'm not tense."