𝐬𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧 ᥫ᭡. - 𝐭. 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

7.

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seven
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赤いワイン、
red wine in my hand

記憶は砂のように—
memories slip like grains of sand

昨夜の私。
who was i last night?

三

monday was full of disappointment flavored glances. it seemed that no one knew Toji well enough to know that he would have never attended the ceremonious welcome gala.

but Toji didn't like attention.

maybe they thought he would be embarrassed, though he didn't really care.

toji never cared. that was his brand.

he never really greeted them either, yet he walked with enough presence that everyone that saw him greeted him or bowed meekly. he barely turned the black of his eyes to them.

gojo, on the other hand, who walked by the new director had stopped multiple times to exchange short pleasantries. with how sweet and gentlemanly he was, it was almost hard to notice the few lengthened hand shakes or contact that he had with some of the women he saw.

how they'd turn away and flush knowingly, how vague each statement felt. Toji noticed.

yet he ignored it as he pushed towards the elevator.

"They're all whispering toji. Skipping the event really fits your character. I can't even say I'm surprised. Though you're ruining your already terrible reputation" gojo mumbled in a disappointed tone as the elevator doors closed.

the dark haired man scowled, his scarred lip pulled up with a foul expression.

"deal with it" toji spoke "I'm sure you kept yourself entertained enough that you weren't bored without me"

at first he said nothing, and then he laughed. as if on cue a notification chimed in his phone and gojo sighed humorously.

"... well naturally," he leaned his phone to Toji to show him the photo he had just received on line "I've never seen easier women..."

one of the women on the board had taken a picture with her work dress bunched up to display a red lacy lingerie underneath. as a caption she added 'i hope that today we can have lunch together xx'

isn't she married?

"it sure was fun you missed out " gojo spoke and responded to the message before opening another similar one and pocketing the phone and toji looked away indifferently.

"If only the elevators could tell them how horrible their idol is"

"Toji aren't you being mean? I'm what they call the finest gentleman you know. I even have the awards I've won three years in a row. Plus, elevators don't have mouths, but what about you? Are you really the one to blow a whistle?" gojo asked yet Toji decided he would not entertain his advisor with a response.

he never cared enough to demask the fraud he thought the blue eyed man to be.

the elevator stopped and the metal doors opened, toji quirked a brow.

the brunette entered first in a striped button shirt and a black slacks. then the other followed after in a navy blue pencil skirt and a long sleeved beige top. your clothing clung on everything. the small decorative bow at the neckline dipped against the taut fabric across your breasts.