Bound In Love's Curse [Gojo Satoru x Female Readers]

83 ~ Eighty-Three

[T]his wasn't exactly what you had envisioned for a date with Satoru.

You'd imagined something like wandering the streets of Tokyo, sampling street food, or strolling through parks. But when he invited you to explore Tokyo together, your heart fluttered with anticipation.

"Wow," you marveled at your first stop, Meiji Shrine, a serene haven nestled in a forested area, a tranquil escape from the city's hustle.

As you walked along the gravel paths, Gojo couldn't resist teasing. "Utahime mentioned you rarely venture out of Kyoto. Thought I'd give you a taste of something different."

You shot him a look, half amused, half exasperated, as a small, genuine smile curved your lips.

Click. Click.

You hadn't noticed when he'd pulled out his phone to snap a picture of you. "W-what are you doing?" you stammered, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. You were self-conscious about photos, always thinking you looked awkward or worse.

Turning towards him, you tried to grab his phone, but his height made it almost impossible.

Frustrated, you gave up and stared at him, your lips forming a mock pout. You were biding your time, waiting for the perfect moment to make your move. But Gojo only chuckled, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead, making your cheeks flush even deeper.

"Not in public," you protested, leaning back slightly and placing a hand over his lips, trying to discourage him from kissing you further. But he barely budged.

"Aww, what's this? Shy all of a sudden?" He teased, letting his tongue lightly graze your palm, sending a shiver down your spine.

"I'm not shy. Just give me your phone. I bet I look terrible in that picture you took."

"Not a chance," Gojo said with a mischievous grin, holding the phone up so you could see the photo.

To your surprise, you looked surprisingly natural—beautiful even. As much as you hated to admit it, he was an excellent photographer.

"See?" Gojo waggled his eyebrows playfully, pulling the phone away just as you reached for it.

"Whatever," you muttered giving up, rolling your eyes and turning back to resume your walk.

"H-hey, wait up!" Gojo's voice called out from behind as you continued to stroll ahead, deliberately ignoring him. "Are you upset with me or something?"

You could hear his footsteps quickly closing the gap between you, and you cursed his long legs for making it so easy for him to catch up.

"Have you been investigating me?"

You felt him stop, his presence fading as he fell behind. Curious, you glanced back.

Gojo stood there, frowning deeply, dressed in a pair of black suit pants, polished shoes, and a black T-shirt. His usual white blindfold was replaced with round black sunglasses, giving him a dangerously attractive look.

"What makes you say that?" he asked, his tone teasing but with an edge of genuine curiosity.

"How did you know I rarely leave Kyoto?" you pressed, trying to keep your voice steady.

He chuckled, flashing you a charismatic, open-mouthed grin that could melt hearts. "Oh, that? It was all in the reports Utahime sent us when she handed over your case."

"Right, she did mention something about that." You lowered your gaze, lost in thought.

"What's on your mind?" Gojo asked, his voice close as he closed the distance between you once more. He leaned in, whispering in your ear, "Hello? Earth to Y/N? What's got you thinking so hard?"