"Aaa...achoo! .... Someone must've been thinking about me... aand I can't believe that I'm starting to believe such things..." You chuckled to yourself as you ran your hair through your scalp.
"I think I might know." A male spoke behind you.
"You?" You raised a bow as you took a glance at him.
"Of course..."
"I knew i-"
"Not. Hold on baby, I'm not done speaking yet. Don't be so excited." He sent a smirk your way.
"Yeah yeah... so much for an old guy."
"I'm not 'old' my hair is just white. Cuz ya'know... I'm the honored one? Duh, everybody knows that. You'll be living under a rock if you don't recognize me for being the ha-"
"Bullshit in the world?" You scoffed at him
...
"I am Gojo Satoru, the most handsome man in the world. The powerful... no... The MOST powerful sorcerer the world ever had. And I know it's a blessing that you have a husband like me. Cuz... watch it, my kids will inherit this cursed technique."
"Shut up, you're making my ears hurt." You covered your eyes from his... usual speech
You walked away from the white-haired male. As he stood there making a handsome pose as usual. Being the main character he is, and he knows it.
"Why did you follow me here?" You suddenly asked, looking at the opposite side of the street.
"Instincts..." He replied.
"Oh, so you knew that I'll be here because of your so called 'instincts'? I ain't buying that one." You then crossed your arms on your chest.
"I think you are stalking me." You then spoke as if you were waiting the whole time for yourself to actually say it.
"What?! No, don't get me wrong-" You then cut him off mid-sentence
"I mean, it's so obvious. Firstly, you just popped out from nowhere to my 'Mother's' flower shop, then you followed me to school, third you just jumped in my room from my window, god knows what were you thinking, and finally, this?"
You smirked at the tall male whom you thought to be in his deep thoughts, as you were expecting that he will just accept the fact that he was stalking you.
"Nuh uh-uh, you think I'll just let it go 'your' way? No princess, I went here because I want to buy sweets. Look at the store there." He said as he pointed it with his long and slender finger.
"Oh, alright. What sweets do they sell there? Hm?" You asked still not buying it that he was not stalking you at all.
"Daifuku." He answered swiftly
(Daifuku are made up of soft rice cake or mochi, wrapped around of smooth sweet bean paste or other fillings.)
"HA! You're wrong!! They sell Dango! And looking for Daifuku? Bro, you just ran passed it." You smirked at the sighing male.
(Dango are made up from rice flour mixed with uruchi rice flour and glutinous rice flour. They are different from mochi when it comes to cooking procedures.)
But of course he wouldn't admit it. With a pride and ego that is high as the sky, it will be difficult for him to just agree and submit to your demands. However, his face was telling you that you were actually right.
"Hmm, alright, why don't we stop by that shop and buy ourselves a treat? Sounds good right?" You smiled at him as you walked away from him.
"Hey! Do you like sweets?" He asked you out of the blue.
"Is that even a question? Of course yes! Who doesn't like sweets?"
There was a 5 seconds of silence between the both of you.
You looked back at him.
"Don't tell me..." You started to make some guesses that he doesn't like sweets at all.
"No no, baby, I love sweets. You just reminded me of your brother..." He smiled as he looked down at his feet.
"Brother? I have a brother?" You murmured to yourself.
But before you volumed up your voice Satoru wants to enter the Dango shop already. He didn't even waited for you, and just started to walk away.
"So you really like sweets THAT much huh?" Your gaze followed his movements until he stopped his tracks right before entering the shop.
"Oi! Come on! They are running out of the limited edition flavor!!!"
"Yeah right... I'm coming!" You started to walk as he waited for you impatiently
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𝙉𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙤 偽者 (𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙡)
AdventureA sequel to the previous book that I wrote. Y/N Geto (Suguru's Sister) Nisemono... An impostor. A person who manipulates the players of the game. The one who pulls strings behind the stage. The false, fake, artificial version of the real deal. Find...