𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 彡 [jjk oneshots]

ミ✮ 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲┆[s. gojo]

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: satoru gojo x fem!reader [platonic; younger!gojo]

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1719

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: in which a conceited sorcerer's somewhat impeccable fashion sense comes in handy for once

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: strong language, really insane sweetness, the briefest implication of nudity, gojo is obviously a sassy little bitch, non-sorcerer!reader, incredible bestie vibes

𝐕. 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 — the feminine urge to imagine this man as a full-time fashion designer...someone who loves writing AUs please make that happen !!

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𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 acting up again as she searched through her extensive wardrobe for the perfect outfit to meet Gojo's schoolmates in. She wanted to be taken seriously by all of them which made the girl wonder what a couple of sorcerers wore to a causal outing. [Y/N] was getting frustrated with all the pressure she was putting on herself.

"Hurry up, [Y/N]-chan! You're taking too long. Listen to me: just quit being so picky and choose something. Anything! They'll get fed up with waiting eventually. As for me, I'm already fed up. It's not like we're going to a wedding."

Gojo knowingly stated as he lay on [Y/N]'s bed with his eyes recently closed seeing as the young man got sick of staring at the drab ceiling for over half an hour. Death was probably kinder than the situation he was stuck in. [Y/N] grinned at his reflection in her full-length mirror and wondered how she had managed to put up with him through all these years. Even during their childhood, the white-haired sorcerer drove her a bit crazy. But no matter how many times she faked her annoyance, Gojo knew she was simply messing around. The girl still admired her best friend even if he sometimes was a little too much for her to handle.

"Well, I'm sorry I want to make a good first impression amongst your good friends and fellow sorcerers. You know what? Fine! Show me what to wear then, Mr. Fashion. You always seem to have the perfect outfit for every occasion. Go on. Take a look in there and decide."

[Y/N] fired back, gesturing at the inside of her wardrobe. The girl watched a small smile grow on her friend's face. Gojo got up from the bed so quickly that [Y/N] was shocked he didn't hurt himself in any way. She observed his lanky frame as he carefully eyed the garments neatly placed on the hangers like it was an abstract art gallery or something.

"Some of us just naturally have a knack for dressing well. To be honest, I wouldn't expect anyone to find anything of use in here. For such a large closet, there's plenty of nothing in it."

Gojo nonchalantly replied and all the young woman could do was scoff at his severe bluntness. Not the first time in all actuality. [Y/N] had had eleven years to become acquainted with Gojo's customary brash demeanor. But still, the sorcerer managed to throw a heartfelt, handsome smile her way which melted any aversion she held for him in that moment. God, he was good. A natural charmer with the face of a literal angel.

Curse him and those perfectly proportioned cheekbones and sharp jawline, ranted [Y/N]'s inner monologue as she chewed on her lower lip with her arms crossed over her chest, resembling a child. Still, [Y/N] just had this itching urge to ask the forbidden and very obvious question that she shouldn't have asked. And going against the mantra in her head saying to not do it, she did it: