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

Chapter 70

Never once did you believe that you would willingly relive the moment your life fell apart. Yet here you are at the very place that tipped your world upside down. You're no longer insecure, naïve and ignorant to the men around you, you're no longer waiting on the beck and call of a single insincere man. Here, you stand proudly hand in hand with him back at Yokohoma station waiting for the Nozomi Shinkansen train.

It's ironic that you are in fact back with Gojo Satoru but only this time he's here with you.

The last time you were here was the worst moment in your life second to the horrific trauma that's still buried six feet down like a wounded animal whimpering on the roadside waiting to be picked apart. But not today and not for a while; you need to situate yourself first before you can even think of picking yourself apart in front of a professional lest you go full cold turkey. You've done that before and in Morgans laymen's terms you both never want to relive the nail-biting anxiety of waking up each day with the tension cutting deep like a bone saw.

Yet here you are standing side by side next to Gojo, who never particularly took you as the sort of person to travel by train no less especially now that you know of his – abilities – means to get from A to B so quickly. Here as you wait you feel his proud engulfing hand hold your own with as much protection that anyone around who's daring enough with a slither of doubt about the two of you stays a mere radius of two meters away. But it could also be due to Gojo's towering form seemingly glowering down at any passers-by that cheekily gets too close for a fondle.

His black circular rims echo his endowment to you as his hawk-like eyes scan the vicinity whilst also upkeeping the chill air around him.

As after all Gojo Satoru is dressed to impress.

When you had found him outside your door this morning you had only a few seconds to take him in before he whisked you away just outside the station. There both men and women ogle at him, he's dressed... frivolously whilst also encompassing his finest features with delicate pieces, his silver Rolex watch compliments his icy blue eyes nicely that for once hides behind his midnight spectacles. He's also in a white button-down shirt revealing a little bit of his pearly white skin whilst he matches the look with his black slacks and a suit jacket hanging over on one arm and you on the other. His luggage you can only imagine just as much as the whereabouts to your own is in this mysterious destination that you're currently heading to.

At least you know for starters that plans begin in Osaka.

Where in Osaka you have no idea.

Gojo Satoru whilst a menace to society has a knack with withholding prized information especially regarding today's date nor that he would ever dream of talking about it now. It would ruin everything and you're here for all of it. Being treated like this has always been something of a dream, your parents tried but being full time workers with three children in Japan was just asking for one or all to grow independently and look elsewhere for that spoiled undivided attention.

Morgan became your person in high school, and she still is but as you glance to the side watching his side profile, his blue eyes scanning the area until they feel yours. Always. He gazes at you with as much affection that you can't help but let the swell of happiness bubble within your heart. He is without a doubt wooing you with these little actions whilst also still playing the calm collected menace that the thought makes your cheeks hot and dust over, thankfully for once you've come prepared.

Makeup is a such a lifesaver.

Who would know or you'd find yourself not only grinning from ear to ear but blushing like a madman.