"What is it that you want?"
Because that was what this was about wasn't it? He wanted something. The main family never disdained to speak to the lower members without a need and Gojo Satoru was not about to be the exception.
"I'm going to recommend...
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Aside from the streetlights, the whole area was nearly pitch black. Rain pattered off the vinyl of the umbrella and you took a moment to roll up your sweats so the water wouldn't seep through.
It was... oddly nice. There was no one around and after a little ways of walking, Gojo turned you both down a path that led passed a lane that was dotted with lights of soft purple hues and blues. It must have been some kind of temporary installment for a street festival, as many of the lights had been covered over with faux paper lanterns.
It was hard to keep from getting dripped on with an umbrella being used for two people, especially when one of you was freakishly tall and every one stride was almost two or three of your own.
"Slow down." You mumbled at him, reaching out to twist your fingers into the hem of his t-shirt. Gojo stopped, looking down at where your hand was and then back up with a little smile.
And then he reached down, plucked your hand off his shirt and held it in his own.
"If you wanted to hold hands you just had to say so— now look. I'm all embarrassed too."
He didn't seem embarrassed at all, tugging you in closer, his palm cool in your own.
"You got a destination in mind?"
He hummed and you couldn't tell if it were an affirmation or not.
"You do this a lot? Walk around at night?"
He hummed again, only changing the length and volume of the hum. You were trying to fill the space between you with words, hoping beyond hope your attention wouldn't focus unto the place where his fingers were curled around your hand.
His hands were so big compared to yours, his touch surprisingly loose and gentle. You could have pulled away a million times by now, and yet it felt so— natural. Simple. When you touched him you noticed even the bright allure of his cursed energy in your senses seemed to fade. Melding into your own sense of self that kept you from being distracted by your own energy output.
It was easy to do. Next to him, it all looked the same. Yours and his. It felt the same.
His was just bigger— like his hand in yours.
When he spoke it almost startled you, despite the quite tone of his voice.
"Hey— so I've been wondering myself. Why say yes to this scheme? You probably could have found other options for your appointment to first-grade that would cause less trouble. Someone put you up to it?"
You shook your head, "Like who?"
"Higher-ups. Mighta got wind of what I was doing talking to those other girls. The whole point of this seems to be to get a girl in who will keep tabs on me for them. I didn't trust those other ones... you could just feel the ulterior motive radiating off them— so uncute." Gojo said.
