Gojo Satoru never fell in love. Yes, there were flings and countless hookups, yet there was never a sense of promise or faithfulness in the air. Every women he had met in the club either wound up getting fucked to sleep, with him disappearing the next morning, or receiving a number that they would text, to which there would never be a reply... until a few weeks after saying something like hey, my place tonight? x or the other. All of this would end at an art exhibition in Tokyo. "You ain't even ask for my name, Shades," the woman murmured, hands now behind her back. Oooookayy. Gojo nervously chuckled, feeling the red creep up on his cheeks. "I was just about to do that, Miss..." "Y/n. It's L/n Y/n." She fluffed her hair. "And I moved here a month ago." Her sudden coldness was a shock to Gojo. Yes, plenty of his past flings had played a game of hard to get, yet he'd never met a woman so... uninterested?

["𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚?"] A Rengoku x Black Fem Reader [𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪...]

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Y/N Ojiro was always seen as weird. She struggled conversing with even her own family. She stayed quiet and always listened. Such a strange personality caught hold of Bokuto after a game. She didn't find him weird..?

as I reveal my shame to you... I wear it like a tattoo, I wear it like a tattoo. gojo x blk fem!

"ms.cashier, would you get mad if i stole this?" "yes, now get out before i call the cops. again." ༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶ a story where a customer falls in love with the convenience store cashier. dabi x blk! reader