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"Are you meeting Satoru?" Shoko's question interrupted her TV viewing as she turned slightly to glance at you, still in the process of putting on your shoes.
"No," came your curt reply as you slowly rose from your crouch to unlock the door.
"Then where are you going?" she inquired, curiosity evident in her voice.
"Just out," you replied tersely, stepping out and closing the door behind you, leaving Shoko in confusion.
Exiting her penthouse, your eyes caught sight of the familiar BMW that you despised so much.
"You look like a beggar. Why are you covering your face?" Naoya chuckled, his voice filled with amusement.
"I didn't ask you to take me out," you replied bitterly, rolling your eyes behind your shaded glasses.
He ignored your words, "come on, get in. Why are you standing outside? Oh, wait, I forgot how baby you are. Let me open the door for you,"
He got out of his seat and opened the door for you to get in, to which you complied with a hint of annoyance.
As you settled into the car, the sleek interior of the BMW surrounding you, he slid back into the driver's seat, flashing a self-satisfied grin.
"I know you'll enjoy this dinner, It's at one of the finest places in town," he boasted, revving up the engine.
You kept your responses curt, opting to gaze out the window, uninterested in his attempts at impressing you.
The car glided through the city streets, and soon, you found yourself at an upscale restaurant known for its luxurious ambiance. Valet took the BMW, and Naoya escorted you inside, relishing the attention his flashy entrance garnered.
As you were seated at a candlelit table, the elaborate menu in your hands, "Why are you doing this" You asked. "I'm trying to fix us" He answered as his eyes scanning the menu.
Your response bitterly, "Fix? there's nothing to fix about us asshole, I never asked for any of this."
"What's so hard about leaving me alone with Satoru" You added clenched on the menu
"Why do you like him so much?" Naoya ask back as his gaze turn into fierce
"Are you really asking me that question?" You scoffed
"I'm sorry, okay?" He muttered, his tone tinged with remorse.
"Sorry? You're never sorry. And if you truly were, you'd let go of the past and move on," you retorted, your voice laced with frustration.
"What I did was wrong back then, and I admit it. I miss our old relationship, and I'm doing this for us," Naoya explained, his words tinged with longing.
"If you truly loved me, you wouldn't have drugged me that night, you bastard!" you cursed, feeling the weight of the past bearing down on you as curious gazes turned toward your table.
"I'm going home," you declared, rising from your seat, the discomfort becoming unbearable.
"If you leave, then I'll upload the tape," Naoya threatened darkly, his voice dripping with malice.
Turning your body, you faced him squarely. "That's all you have against me? There's nothing else you can say? Well, I don't care anymore. Just upload it," you stated firmly, your resolve unwavering.
Naoya clenched his fist, realizing his tactics weren't enough to stop you from leaving him.
"Then I'll harm Satoru. I'll tell every agency that works with him to cut him off and ruin his reputation," Naoya declared, a sinister smirk playing on his lips.
"Now be a good girl, sit down, and enjoy our night," he said with a chilling grin.
Aware of Naoya's capabilities when it came to dealing with Gojo, you felt your chest tighten. The Zenin family's vast influence could easily manipulate situations involving Gojo, given their stature and resources.
"You're a fucking asshole," you breathed out, feeling the weight of the situation settle heavily on your shoulders.
Slowly, you sank back into your chair, your chest constricting with each passing moment.
"Good," Naoya chuckled, signaling the waiter to order food.
As your chest tightened with the weight of the situation, you couldn't help but feel the burden of another challenging ordeal.
The tape's potential leak was the least of your concerns; you didn't want to drag Gojo into your mess. While Naoya reveled in his newfound leverage over your vulnerability, you refused to let him manipulate the situation further.
"Come on, don't be so hard on yourself. Let's just enjoy tonight," Naoya urged, reaching out for your hand across the table, but you swiftly withdrew it, placing it firmly in your lap.
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