𝑫𝒀𝑵𝑨𝑺𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑺𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑺 ⇢ Gojo Satoru

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐈𝐈 - 𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄 (𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐎)

SATORU ROLLED HIS EYES, positioning himself in front of her and holding out his hands as well while making sure they never touched. Their palms were only inches apart, so close he could feel the warmth and the energy radiating from her hands. It felt like a dream, like some sort of forbidden ritual. If The Magistrate found out about this little game of his, he would surely be reprimanded for the next decade. Their powers were opposite and tragedy had already struck once, but none of these facts seemed to matter in that instance.

Gojo stood there and, for a moment, he wondered if maybe he was going too far. They were both risking a lot doing this; one wrong move and the village below could cease to exist, all of it reduced to mere ashes. But, for some inexplicable reason, Satoru felt the need to do this – to show Mikazuki that there was a whole world waiting for her. All she needed was to step outside of her shell and take it.

"Humour me" he requested, wiggling his fingers and feeling the cursed energy rushing under his skin "I assume you've been instructed in ballroom dancing?" he asked casually.

Mikazuki nodded as the two stared moving, their hands never touching even as they swayed.

"I might not be the Kinzoku heir, but my father still expects me to behave properly. So... yes" she said slowly, her gaze now focused on her footwork "I'm familiar with the waltz, tango and the foxtrot, although I was also taught ballet during my early years"

Satoru smiled, secretly watching her move mechanically. Clearly she was awful at it, not that he minded. This was their moment, and nothing could possibly ruin it – not even Mikazuki's terrible dancing skills. The two stayed like that for a while, slowly swaying while a garland of stars began appearing across the stars. It was quiet, so quiet Mikazuki could almost hear her own heartbeat, Satoru's breath ghosting over her skin in the cold night. Gojo smiled once again, moving swiftly and holding eye contact the entire time.

"It's pretty much the same for me, I was raised to be the proper gentleman" he explained before slowing down, noticing how her face twitched upon hearing his comment "Does that surprise you?"

It didn't, not in the slightest. Despite the many rumours running around Gojo and his many exploits, he had always been the perfect gentleman with her. Mikazuki liked to think that it was because she was special, his in every possible way, but the sorceress wasn't foolish enough to think she held a dear place in his heart. Satoru would never love her in the way she did him. This fact should have shattered her heart, but somehow it didn't.

Truth was, Kinzoku Mikazuki didn't need to be loved back – she had enough love and devotion in her heart for the both of them.

"I never really thought of you in that role" she said slowly, gaze falling on their hands and the minimal space between them "Actually, I never really thought of you at all before this whole mess" she confessed, the words easily falling from her lips.

It wasn't a lie either, which somehow made things easier. Who would have thought? That there was a time when Mikazuki had not longed for his love? It seemed like such a long time ago. Satoru moved swiftly, catching the girl by her hip while still making sure his fingers never touched her skin. Instead, they lingered over the fabric of her skirt before moving back to her waist, pulling her closer until their chests are pressed flush together, no skin to skin.

"Satoru" Mikazuki warned, her tone barely audible as a dark blush covered her cheeks "This is dangerous"

Gojo smiled, amused by the way the words slipped from her lips. Like he didn't already know, like he wasn't risking the entire world just to have a second by her side. Like this wasn't the most forbidden thing they had done together. Satoru didn't stop moving, a shiver running down his spine when she said his name.