𝟥𝟢- 𝒦𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝑀𝑜𝓇𝒾

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I stood by a window, my nails unconsciously digging into my upper arms

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I stood by a window, my nails unconsciously digging into my upper arms. My mother's funeral had been four days ago. I was wearing a black kimono, my hair tied up. But all I could think about was him... how he touched me, touched me, touched me, touched me...

I forgot to breathe for a moment. 

Hands exploring my body, slipping down my back to feel the form of my figure, and it was all I could do to keep from doing something reckless. And he kissed me. Hungrily. Desperately. Eager to break me open and taste me. 

For four days, I hadn't seen him because I couldn't. I couldn't trust myself or my thoughts. I had never let anyone like him touch my body before. I hadn't even had a kiss before. Practically a baby, the baby who offered him marriage. Tsk. 

And he's kissing me, deep and powerful and unrestrained...

I WAS THINKING ABOUT IT AGAIN. 

I sighed and shook my head.

 Forgive me, Mom...

 I hadn't seen Mori since the incident, which was about a week ago. I was looking forward to his reaction when he saw that I had married his greatest enemy. That I, his daughter, would destroy him. I laughed briefly.

I walked out and was immediately drenched by the rain, my kimono quickly becoming wet, my hair falling down and sticking to my face. I continued towards my car, which I had parked nearby. I took out my key and stopped when I realized someone was holding an umbrella over my head.

 I slowly turned around and saw him... Gojo... 

He was also dressed all in black. A black suit... He held the umbrella over my head, and for himself, his Infinity was active. The rain rolled off his Infinity.

 He looked angry. "Why did you lie?"

I looked at him dumbfounded.

  Right, I had told him I was staying in an apartment. I could have bought one, but that would have been with Mori's money, and I would rather die than take his money. I had used the rest of my savings to buy a small car. So, I had been sleeping in the car for a week. 

I had neck pain. 

I forced a slight smile. "It's technically my apartment..."

He raised an eyebrow. Silence. I looked away because otherwise, I would have to remember that night again.

 Blood rushed to my face. I took the umbrella from him and murmured, "Thanks..."

I turned back to open the car. He grabbed my wrist firmly and painfully, stopping me. 

He sounded angry. "You can't be serious. You don't honestly think I'm going to let you keep sleeping here?"

He dragged me away aggressively. I gasped. The umbrella fell to the ground as I desperately tried to free myself with my other hand.

 I shouted, annoyed, "Stop it!"

I tried to dig my heels into the ground, but he just dragged me further across the street without saying anything. 

"Gojo, stop!" I couldn't even neutralize him because it was pure strength. His grip was like iron.

 As we got closer to his residence, he pulled me even tighter, almost painfully. He opened the door to his apartment, dragged me into the hallway, and shoved me against the wall. The automatic lights came on. 

His blue eyes were dangerous. "You will never do that again..."

I bit my lip, trying to turn my head away from him. He was too close. I had butterflies in my stomach. My heart was beating so fast... He sighed and moved away, disappearing into a side room. I exhaled with relief and clutched my chest. I was startled when suddenly three things landed against me. My vision was covered until I pulled them down. I looked at them, confused.

 A towel, underwear, and women's clothing... 

I looked at him, surprised.

 He leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. "You will get sick. Go into the side room, wash up, change, and you can always take something from the kitchen if you want."

He scanned me with his eyes. I got goosebumps and wanted to melt. My heart was beating so fast I thought he could hear it. 

I cleared my throat and murmured, "I'm not a child..."

He raised an eyebrow. "Don't make me personally take you into the shower and dress you."

I'm sure I was as red as a tomato at that thought alone. 

I looked at him, aghast, and almost shouted, "No thanks!" 

I ran toward the room. I almost ran past him when he grabbed the back of my kimono and pulled me towards him, my back against his body, his mouth near my ear, his warm breath... I swallowed hard.

 He whispered, "Idiot, not that room, this one." 

He pointed to the room he had just come out of.

I tried to swat his hand away, but he had already let go. I glared at him, or at least hoped it came across that way. I went into the room and closed the door behind me. I was breathing so fast I felt dizzy. I rolled onto the floor like a teenager with her first crush. 

AHHH, THIS CAN'T BE REAL THAT A GUY DRIVES ME THIS CRAZY. IT CAN'T BE REAL. HE MUST HAVE PUT A SPELL ON ME.

I stopped as I lay on my stomach and then looked around the room. I got up. The room was huge. Bigger than mine. Very modern. A bed, dresser, wardrobe, vanity... I went to the wardrobe and opened it. My mouth hung open. It was full of women's clothing. Jealousy flared up like never before. Did another woman live here?

I took a purple dress, which was a mini dress. I checked the size... S... exactly my size. I checked everything... they were all my size... I swallowed hard... even the underwear... WTF... I went to the vanity and checked the makeup and jewelry... EXACTLY MY TASTE AND STYLE.

Holy shit. 

The room was decorated in white and gray. The guy had a penchant for fashion. I went into the bathroom. Almost as big as the room. The tiles were light gray, and the bathroom was modern. It smelled slightly of roses. I stepped into the shower and started washing myself. When I took the shampoo, I froze in place. My favorite shampoo. 

WTF, how does he know that? 

An uneasy feeling rose up... I finished showering and drying off, etc. I put on a pajama set. It was made of silk. A shirt with shorts. Red with black polka dots. I left my hair down. I looked at myself briefly in the mirror. 

How does he know all this? It's like he's been observing everything... like he wanted... no...

I shook my head. I took a deep breath in and out... 

I'll ask him later, and everything will become clear...

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