𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕒𝕔𝕪 (𝔾𝕠𝕛𝕠 𝕊𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕦 x 𝕆𝕔)

Chapter 2 : Miss Mei

Mei and Gojo boarded the train, an old locomotive heading out to the countryside. The journey was long, and the dim light inside the carriage created an almost cozy atmosphere. Mei dragged her feet to their seat, trying to ignore Gojo's amused look as he walked behind her, clearly relishing whatever trouble he was planning in silence. They settled next to each other, with her by the window, and him in the aisle, way too close for her comfort.

Mei crossed her arms, curling slightly against the train wall, instinctively trying to make herself as small as possible. Gojo, in all his arrogance and presence, didn't seem the least bit troubled by their proximity. In fact, he stretched out nonchalantly, taking up as much space as possible, which made Mei roll her eyes.

In front of them, two young women were laughing loudly. They seemed to be in their twenties, dressed provocatively with big earrings, bright red lipstick, and tight clothes that attracted stares from a few passengers. As soon as they sat down, their conversation picked up again, without the slightest concern for discretion.

"Seriously, do you know what he told me the other night?" one of them said, laughing, her voice way too loud for a packed train. "That he wanted to try things with me I hadn't even thought of."

Mei stiffened instantly, her eyes fixed on the passing scenery through the window, as if she could escape from this awkward situation. Gojo, however, flashed a grin. He immediately noticed how tense Mei had become, and his smile widened as he leaned a bit closer.

"So, Mei, feeling comfortable?" he murmured, his voice tinted with restrained mischief. He was staring at her with a mocking intensity, like he was just waiting for her to slip up.

She ignored his comment, clenching her fists, hoping the girls in front of them would lower their voices. But, of course, their conversation only grew more explicit.

"And he insisted that we try it in the car, right in the middle of the parking lot!" continued the other, a mischievous spark in her eyes. "He's so wild; it was really... intense."

One of them burst out laughing, and the other continued with even cruder details. Mei felt her cheeks heat up, and, despite herself, she tried to make herself even smaller in her seat. Her gaze stayed glued to the window, but she knew that Gojo wasn't looking away from her. She could practically feel his amusement.

Gojo leaned even closer, his voice soft, almost teasing. "Tell me, Mei, have you ever heard such... passionate stories?"

She slowly turned her head towards him, her eyes narrowed in disdain, but the blush on her cheeks betrayed her. She opened her mouth to snap back with something cutting, but the conversation in front of them took another turn.

"Honestly, his hands are magic!" said one of the girls, a dreamy smile on her lips. "I swear, he knows exactly how to make me feel... special."

At these words, Gojo let out a discreet laugh, but not discreet enough for Mei not to notice. She shot him a deadly look, silently praying for the ride to speed up.

He raised a hand, as if to defend himself. "What? I'm just enjoying the entertainment, that's all."

She muttered between gritted teeth, trying to keep her voice calm, "If you say one more word, I swear you'll regret it."

But Gojo, ever the provocateur, didn't let her off. He tilted his head, leaning so close she could almost feel his breath against her ear. "Oh? And what are you going to do?"

His question left Mei at a loss for words. She turned away, trying to control her embarrassment. She was willing to do anything to make this awkward moment end, but the girls in front of them seemed to be enjoying themselves more and more, detailing their nightly exploits without restraint. Every word made her squirm, and each phrase embarrassed her a little more.