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Divine Encounter

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Makima brushes her hair, carefully braiding it after taking a shower. She stands in front of the mirror and does her usual routine, looking unruffled and unnaturally beautiful, as always.

She brushes her teeth,

Dries her hair,

Puts on her clothes,

...yet still has only one thing, or rather person, on her mind...

Gojo Satoru.

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Makima locks her door and heads over to the elevator, only to be greeted by a certain blindfolded man.

"Wakey wakey sleeping beauty! Got a good night's rest?" He waved, to which she responds with an eye roll.

"Sheesh. Talk about early morning attitude." He teased. "Anyways, wanna go grab breakfast together? I figured you were... um... hungry too.."

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"Never really pegged you for the considerate type."

"Yeah yeah, I know. No need to remind me of my uncharacteristic behavior around you. But you're right. I am kinda considerate, for you, atleast."

[Off they go to the lobby]

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at the lobby

Both ordered breakfast, which is bacon and scrambled eggs with scallops. Talk about rich people life. Don't attack me for the breakfast choice.

Well you might be asking, 'scallops? seriously, author? do you have to rub the rich people food in my face?"

Of course, a certain person we all know ordered a coffee that is much too sweet for a normal human. Again.

They ate.

An awkwardly silent atmosphere was waiting to be broken by none other than someone we all know.

Take a hint. White hair that's hard to miss, blue eyes behind a blindfold, 6'3, charming, and makes your heart skip a beat.

So he talked. Satoru mumbled quietly, playing with his food using a fork, poking and prodding at it. He's avoiding eye contact too, so that's a first for him. He knows it, but she doesn't. The usual confidence was gone.

"I uh... uhm... you look really...pretty today.."

Makima raises an eyebrow at his compliment, seemingly not expecting it. "Oh? Could you repeat that please?" she asks, deciding not to let such a golden opportunity for some teasing slip. It was rare to see her partner like this—flustered. "I don't think I heard that clearly."

"You know you heard that."

"Hm... maybe I did, maybe I didn't? Who knows? Besides, where's the fun in simply accepting your compliments when I could get back at you for teasing me all this time?" she smirks