Arrogant hearts [ 傲慢な心 ] : Gojo Satoru

Chapter 12

his place, his place is better looking if you were sober, but since the whole thing was blurry, you just concluded that this was a dream.
 holding on to his zip up jacket, that scent of the perfume, strong yet there was a sweet vanilla smell as well, strawberry cake.... he must have eaten that, why was this scent so addicting? was that why you were clenching his jacket like that? or was there any other reason that made you so vulnerable like this? yeah, must be because you were drunk, nothing else.

nothing else. you were not missing anyone or anything for sure.

"Ouch, you think you can hurt me by hitting me like that?" Gojo's voice made you flinch suddenly. your clenched hand stopped mid air. Looking up to see those bright blue eyes which was looking down at you with an arrogant smirk.

"sorry, I mistook you to someone else" you said while taking your hand which was clenching his jacket so tightly, and the other hand which was stopped mid-air.

"you have someone else to hit like that?" he asked, looking genuinely suprised.

"yeah, he left me" you said while sitting down on the soft cushions in the sofa. you wriggled to the middle to sit down like a main character. "why do you have this huge sofa? do you have a lot of guests?"

"yeah, no... you are the only guest I had from a long time" he said in a hurry "but more importantly, who left you?"

"me? ah~ lots of people, which one are you talking about?" you asked, tilting your head to the side.

"The... the guy" he kept his phone, purse and your phone and purse on the coffee table in the middle. He could have unlock the door easily, yet he wanted to bring you to his house, and there you were, talking about a guy who left you.

"guy, huh?" you looked up to see the second floor of Gojo's house, even though you couldn't see it from closed eyelids "my dad" you replied

"dad" Gojo let out a relieved sigh, then he looked confused "what do you mean by he left you?" he knew your father was sick, his eyebrows furrowed as he understood the distance between you two. The whole coffee table was keeping him away from you. how much he didn't know about your life. how far he was from you. with a snap of his finger, he appeard next to you, listening closely to your next words, not knowing how bad the words might be.

"he died" you mumbled, trying so hard to keep it in. the voice was only a whisper, but it echoed through his empty house. empty not as in materials, empty as in people in his life. As tears blurred your vision, you looked up, trying to stop them from falling, Trying to stop you look vulnerable.

Gojo's eyes widened, and he sighed softly "I've... never met him, but I'm sorry" he whispered.

taking a deep breath, you swallowed the lump down your throat "I know, but why are you sorry?"

"I just figured that's what people normally say in this situation" he muttered as he leaned down, hands wrapped together.

"well, yeah" you shrugged slightly as you leaned back on the couch with a sigh.

"I don't know what to say, that's why"

"I know that situation" 

"so... how did he... pass away?" Gojo asked while looking over his shoulder to look at you.

"heart disease" 

"oh, that must be... hard for you" he sighed "is that why you came back?"

Seeing your nod made him exhale sharply "you can cry, you know? it's fine to cry, humans cry when they are hurt. If you are not a robot, cry"

"crying's for the weak, isn't it?" your eyes wide, not letting the tears fall. hearing things he say made you want to sob so loudly, but you didn't want to be weak. Not next to the strongest. you were already weak enough infront of him.

"Crying's for the weak" he nodded "but it's also to become strong"

"you didn't cry to become strong" you reminded

"I... was born strong" He took off his sunglasses "but, you are allowed to cry, infront of me"

"so you can tease me?"

"you think I am that mean?"

"everyone knows that"

"no one..." he stopped, remembering you were drunk, you were just saying something against him from muscle memory. You just was talking against him like the moment you came back. "you nearly got me there, girly" He smiled. "I won't tease you, cry... cry as long as you want, you can tell me everything"

"why... should I?"

"you don't have anyone else to do that, right?" he said with a small tilt. He regretted saying that as soon as it was out of his mouth. But it was too late to take back, and after all, it was only the truth.

soon enough, your were fists flailing on to his chest, sobbing and sniffling as you babbled about him being a meanie. he was relieved, and also saddened that his comment made your tears stream down, not only because of your dad, but also because of him. He wrapped his arms around you. 

"I am sorry, I didn't mean it" His whispered were not heard with all the sobbing, choking, coughing and sniffling.

He didn't do anything other than listening to your scoldings and saddening comments about your dad. just a small pat on your back, but the caressing from his thumb to your back didn't stop till you were done. Till your tears were finished.

red puffy eyes, your cherry-like button for nose was even more cherry looking now because of the color, lips were too, pinksh than they are usually. Even though you had stopped crying, you were still sniffling.

Gojo hadn't been with someone in his house like this. It was always steamy. A girl in his house meant nothing but sex. Seeing you in his house, in his sofa, in his arms nuzzling like a koala was so fucking much hard to handle. He was desperately praying for you to make the first move, because he didn't want to be the first to make the move this time. why was there an unnecessary pride when he was with you? he didn't know. because mostly, he made the first move with many girls, so much.  

"I'm sorry" you mumbled "I didn't mean to burst out"

"shhh" he placed his index finger on your rosy lips, covered with tears and saliva. His deep breaths, the way he looked at your lips, his Ocean blue eyes.