。𝕿𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝕴𝐍 𝕻𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒、ᵍᵒʲᵒ ˢᵃᵗᵒʳᵘ 💋 ¡!

𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆-𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲

The days following the whirlwind of media attention and the gala event felt like a blur for Gojo and [Y/N]. Their bond had only deepened amidst the chaos, and as they spent more time together, it became evident that they were not just a fleeting romance but something genuine.

One evening, after a long day of filming and interviews, Gojo invited [Y/N] to a quiet café tucked away in a corner of Paris. It was a hidden gem, far from the prying eyes of paparazzi, with dim lighting and cozy booths. They sat in a secluded corner, the ambiance perfect for a much-needed heart-to-heart.

“I’m glad we’re finally able to have some time alone,” [Y/N] said, sipping her espresso. “I feel like everything’s been so hectic lately.”

Gojo nodded, his expression turning serious for a moment. “Yeah, the media can be overwhelming. But I wouldn’t trade this time with you for anything. You’ve been my anchor through all the madness.”

She looked into his eyes, feeling the sincerity behind his words. “I never expected any of this, you know? I was just an up-and-coming singer, and now… here we are.”

“Here we are,” he echoed, a soft smile breaking through his seriousness. “And I think we’re just getting started. This—us—it’s real. No matter what the tabloids say.”

Just then, the café door swung open, and a group of enthusiastic fans entered, their laughter filling the space. Gojo and [Y/N] exchanged glances, amusement dancing in their eyes. They both knew the importance of their public image, but in that moment, they didn’t care.

As the fans spotted Gojo, their excitement reached a fever pitch. “Can we take a picture?” one of them asked, wide-eyed.

“Sure, but only if you let me introduce you to my girlfriend first,” he said, pulling [Y/N] close and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

The fans erupted into cheers, and Gojo posed with them, ensuring [Y/N] was included in every shot. The warmth in her chest blossomed; this was a side of fame she could get used to—one filled with laughter and shared joy rather than pressure.

Later that night, as they strolled along the Seine, the city lights reflecting on the water, [Y/N] felt a sense of contentment wash over her. “You know,” she said, stopping to look at the Eiffel Tower in the distance, “I think we should collaborate more often. With your modeling and my music, we could do something amazing.”

Gojo turned to her, his playful smirk returning. “Are you suggesting a Gojo and [Y/N] world tour? Because I’m totally in.”

“Or a music video in Paris with you as the lead model?” she added, laughter bubbling up between them.

“Now that’s an idea,” he said, stepping closer. “But only if I get to be the one dancing with you.”

They stood there, the sound of the city fading away as they lost themselves in each other’s eyes. “Let’s make a promise,” Gojo said softly. “No matter what happens next, we face it together.”

“Together,” she agreed, her heart racing.

And as they leaned in for a kiss under the starry Parisian sky, they both knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would navigate them side by side, ready to embrace their future.