Is love a curse - Sukunaxreader / Gojoxreader

The Shibuya incident: The vessel

Part 2

Hi friends, here is part two. I haven't edited this yet, but I hope you enjoy it. As always, please give your feedback and constructive criticism.

POV- MEGUMI-

"Remember, you stay in the car (F/N), okay? Don't wander off," I scolded, leaning slightly through the open car window. My voice held a stern tone as I wagged my finger in her direction, hoping to convey the seriousness of my words.

The evening sunlight gently filtered through the canopy of leaves overhead, creating a mosaic of light and shadow that danced across the pavement. Each flicker of golden rays painted the ground with soft, dappled patterns, adding a warm glow to the scene. As I looked up, I caught sight of (F/N)—her smile was effortlessly bright and charming, radiating a warmth that felt almost palpable in the cool evening air.

As it spread across her face, I felt a rush of emotions cascade through me, like a swarm of butterflies taking flight in my stomach. I could feel my heart quicken as I tried to focus on the conversation, working hard to suppress a grin that threatened to expose me. Averting my gaze from (F/N) captivating features, I directed it toward the old oak tree standing stoically at the side of the road.

Its thick, gnarled trunk was a testament to years of resilience, while its lush green leaves rustled softly in the breeze, whispering their own stories. Taking a deep breath, I reminded myself to stay focused and not get lost in the moment despite the determined spark in (F/N) eyes that threatened to draw me in.

"Got it, Gummy Bear. No need to repeat it 500 times," she retorted, leaning casually back against her vehicle seat with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. I narrowed my orbs in a mock glare that was quickly dismissed with a bat of the eye and another loving, gooey-looking smile.

My brows knit together, forming a deep crevice in my forehead as I fixate on her with an unwavering stare. The late afternoon sun casts gentle shadows across my features. I lean back through the open car window, the scent of summer lingering in the air, and close the distance between us, allowing our gazes to lock.

"Behave, okay?" I scolded, only half joking at her behavior and the mischievous look I knew was flashing behind her irises. The look suggests she's ready to dive headfirst into trouble.

(F/N) Her expression melted into one of mock offense, but her voice trembled lightly, betraying her amusement. Concern flickered behind her eyes, a subtle tension in her brow as she attempted to mask it. "And risk something happening to you, Fushiguro?" she asked, the words laced with worry and a hint of mockery.

"I'm strong," I retorted. My eyes looked anywhere but at (F/N) as the burning blush flooded my cheeks.

(F/N) was acting as she always did—full of flair and drama, captivating everyone around her with her lively demeanor. Her laughter rang out like music, and her gestures were exaggerated, painting her as a vibrant character in the social scene. Yet, beneath that enchanting façade lay a deeper narrative, one that few could access.

I had known her long enough to read her body language, and it spoke volumes. The way her shoulders tensed slightly when the conversation took a serious turn or how her smile faded momentarily when she thought no one was looking—it wasn't lost on me. There was an unmistakable uneasiness in her stance—a subtle shift that hinted at something stirring beneath the surface.

It struck me as odd that someone so adept at wearing their heart on their sleeve could be hiding their true feelings so successfully. After all, (F/N) had fashioned herself into a beacon of openness, unafraid to share her most embarrassing thoughts and feelings with the world. Noticing the slight changes in someone who prided themselves on transparency was no small feat, but I was not oblivious. The vibrant mask she wore was beginning to crack, revealing a fragility that I hadn't observed before.