Asahi Shimbun 朝日新聞 ⋮ Nanami Kento

Chapter 11

Gojo Satoru's hand continues to crawl against your inner thigh and just as his fingers are about to graze the edge of your underwear, you pull his hand completely out of your skirt.

"Absolutely—" and then you remind him that he won't be able to do a damn thing about it, "—nothing."

The white-haired man doesn't care. If anything he feels like he had already won some (again). He places his fingers from the hand that was just underneath your skirt onto his face gently, "Such a tease.~"

"I think it's time for you to go back to your desk." You spin in your chair to face the computer now.

Gojo ignores your vocal thought. The man takes a deep breath of his hand that was just touching your skin and in the area that's closest to the most private part of your body. He reminisces on the great enjoyment of eating you out, "It's almost like I'm down there again."

Utahime makes a face from the other side of the partition. She continues to hear things she's not sure she wants to hear. The girls curiosity only continues to grow.

"Listen, I'm not sure what you were expecting." You turn to face him again. You weren't ready for anything serious. Gojo likely wasn't looking for anything serious either, but you had to make sure. Plus the guy is quite annoying currently, "But just so we're clear. We had one night of fun. That's it. It doesn't mean anything more."

"Oh, I'm sure you had real fun. I could tell by the cute little faces you were making.~" Gojo's hand comes down. His face grows an annoying smirk before the man leans forward, "Wanna have some fun again?"

You burn with immense heat at the thoughts of that night. You look away with embarrassment. It's not something you wanted to think about during working hours and while in the company of others, "Cut it out...."

"Hey." There's a stern voice that appears behind Gojo. In seconds the white-hair gets grabbed by the back of his dress shirt and yanked off the chair. Yaga Masamichi drags the guy into his own cubicle and throws him roughly into the chair, "Get to work."

Gojo twists his lips into a mild pout. His face wears annoyance as he watches Yaga walkway and into the privacy of his office. The man then turns to face the screen of his computer. There's a moment where, when his fingers hit the keyboard, he feels someone's lingering gaze. Gojo's eyes flick to his periphery, towards your workspace before he turns his head fully. His gaze meets yours, who seems to be watching him still.

Your eyes may have widened slightly in surprise, only now realizing how you'd been staring this entire time. The white-hair doesn't say anything. You look away immediately. Your face and ears, now, hot with the thoughts of his touch. It makes Gojo return his attention to his work with the most pleased expression. He smiles. The guy knew he had some part of you swathed in his influence.

Utahime's head suddenly appears from behind the partition. Her voice grabs your attention, "Hey, Y/n."

"Hm?" You look up at her from your seat.

"Wanna grab lunch?" Utahime thinks, it's been awhile since the girls got to sit down with each other.

No ulterior motive here. The girl was just curious to know what's happening in your personal life. It's safe to say, she's just nosy. But it surely has been awhile (she's not wrong in that sense).

"Ah, I can't." Your face wears some guilt, "I told Geto I would take him to lunch."

Utahime's slightly disappointed. And not because she can't interrogate you or anything like that. It's because since the new trio had joined, you'd been making less and less time for her and Shoko. She didn't expect your repeated lunch breaks with Gojo and Geto to surpass the first week (she expected it to end since the training period was over).