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"Ah, how nice of you to join us, Satoru."
The platinum haired man grabbed onto a chair as he reached the gazebo, turning the chair towards him. He sat onto it with the front of the chair against his chest.
"Wasn't going to, but fortunately for you, I got bored, so I thought why not show my face at your little tea party." He remarked, a shit-eating grin on his face as he crossed his arms so he could rest his head on them.
Mr. Gojo's eye visibly twitches in annoyance. "Why am I not surprised. Sit properly." He told his son only for the younger male to behave as if he hadn't heard what was said.
Peeping over the rim of his dark shades, he looked at your father. "THE TSUJI'S! It's so nice to finally meet you."
Stretching over the table, he held out his hand for your father to take. Reluctantly, your father grabbed onto his hand and shook it slightly.
"This geezer has been yapping nonstop about you and your family. So, you looking to marry me, is that it?" A bead of sweat formed on F/n's forehead as he started to frantically wave off the question.
"N-no, my daughter is the one..."
"Satoru." Mr. Gojo warned, noticing how his son was already acting a fool. Why must his son be this way, he thought.
"This is Y/n, Mr. and Mrs. Tsuji's daughter and heir of their clan. She is the woman I am considering for your marriage."
Crystal blue eyes glanced at you, taking in your stiff posture and elegantly dressed frame. Your eyes never rose to meet his own. You kept your hands neatly atop each other on your lap while making sure to keep a small smile on your face.
