A Gojo Satoru romcom and dramedy. Gojo meets his soulmate however, she doesn't take so kindly to him.
Will he win her over... ofcourse.
Read on to see how he hilariously does so.
Fluff and sweet. Just a tad of them hot stuff 🔥
Enjoy this cocky ma...
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Song Theme: Artemas - Dirty Little Secret
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Miko stood waiting at the entrance of the school, it was ten minutes past seven. She rubbed her arms frantically, it was chilly and she didn't have an extra coat.
"Kumi." She heard his soft voice caress her from behind. She turned her head looking at him expectantly.
"Sorry about the wait... although you've made me wait longer and didn't even have the courtesy to apologize, let alone explain." He replied with a petty tone, pain laced in it.
She rolled her eyes at his antics, knowing him well enough to understand he was just riling her up.
"It's fine Gojo, you're never punctual so it's no surprise." She countered back, walking towards the exit.
"Understanding me was something you never did, you never were punctual in anything." She tossed over her shoulder.
Gojo flinched, his heart constricted at the verbal barb she threw at him. He walked ahead silently, teleporting with her. Snaking his arm around her waist and pulling her flush to him he warped out of the school.
They landed at an intersection in the CBD that was now quiet and abandoned at night. The only light coming from the street lamps and few neon, fluorescent lights that blinked outside a few shops.
Letting go of her waist begrudgingly he stepped away. Assessing the area he lifted two long thin fingers, putting up a veil.
Within seconds they were enveloped in bubble. Miko's eyes darted around in a cursory glance. "There's two spirits in this area." She bit out.
"Three actually, but only two are visible. 12 O'clock and one at 3 O'clock." He said hinting, at their locations while slipping his blindfold off.
They stood shoulder to shoulder, waiting for the curses next step. The one standing ahead of them was the same from the night before. On Miko's left stood a spirit with bubblegum blue hair and patched stitches all over its body and face. The spirit darted its tongue out lasciviously, noticing Miko.
He skipped over humming manically to himself.
"Gojo Satoru. Well, well, well. You brought someone? Someone for Mahito? So kind." The spirit in the front rasped. It's gravelly, rusty voice cutting through the chilly night air.
Gojo stood cooly, watching the spirit. He cocked his head to the side, sliding his hands in his pockets. He smirked at the thing.
"I am lucky I found you, fire brain." He replied unbothered.
