GOJO SATORU (Oneshots/Scenarios)

Apple

A white haired God falls inlove with forest nymph (you)

[Greek mythology AU]

WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT

"There you are!" Gojo chirped excitedly on spotting you. You hid behind trees, sometimes, sought refuge in high branches; Often blending into the vast and lush greens perfectly like a chameleon, hoping he wouldn't find you but your luck running out every time. How could you even hide from a god? Gojo didn't mind though. He enjoyed this little game of hide and seek with you; loved reading your body language, one of reluctancy as he urged you to come towards him. The look of apprehension on your face making him giddy.

The forest quickly became his favourite location ever since he laid eyes on you.

You were, to him, the most beautiful work of art ever created. A perfect piece to the puzzle in his life; the missing rib fashioned from his bones. The white-haired god had had lovers in the past, but none compared to your radiance; long dark-green voluminous hair adorned with little petals; the plumpness of your lips begging to be kissed by him; beautiful doe eyes that shone like a deer caught in the headlights and the bare-clothing draped over your body which left nothing to imagination. If only you would respond to his advances and not shy away. He was a god. He could forcefully make you his if he so desired. After all, you were nothing but a lowly forest nymph -- utterly powerless before him but he found that thought unappealing, preferring to buy your love with his charms instead.

"I brought you something" he said playfully, waiting for you to grace his presence with your lovely self. He saw you peek behind a tree, contemplating, before taking calculated steps towards him; keeping a considerable distance. His hands went to his back, hidden in sight, in an attempt to surprise.

"pretty flowers just like you!" He dramatically declared. Long arms leaving his back to display the flowers in his hands. You stared down at them; daisies, lilies chrysanthemums, roses. A beautiful assortment of hand-picked flowers.

"Do you like them? I mean, you should considering you're a forest nymph"

It was an endearing gesture. This wasn't the first time a god pursued you but by the heavens, he was awfully persistent. You feared what would become of you if you rejected his 'gift' only nodding, coming closer to take the flowers from his hands.

"You aren't much of a talker, are you?" You shook your head. He scratched the back of his neck in thought before grinning, "ahh that explains it"

"Do you like apples?"

Ever since you accepted his flowers it had become a theme to bring something characteristic of nature to you. The white-haired god was indeed a jester bringing fruits, herbs of sorts and even insects. You found it amusing. He would then spend hours making jokes accompanied with teasing or simply bask in the hazy afternoon sun close to you; The only noises coming from birds chirping; leaves dancing to the tune of the winds and the silent rhythm of heartbeats in tandem. stroking a strand of hair away from your face with a smile. Gradually, you began warming up to him; no longer shied away from his presence instead, found it soothing.

The scent of petrichor hit his nostrils as he walked the familiar path leading to the forest. Leaving footprints on muddy earth, his thoughts trailed to you. He had not seen you in a while though it was purposeful as he knew you had started becoming comfortable towards him, he wanted you to be completely enraptured -- as he was with you -- so he kept his distance in hopes to achieve this goal.