"But if you're the strongest... who's going to protect you?" A heavy silence settled, thick like fog, weighing down everything around you. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, trying to mask his bitterness with a smile-one you couldn't see. "No one?" he chuckled, the sharpness in his voice betraying his amusement. The thought itself was laughable to him. "That would defeat the whole purpose of being the strongest." For a moment, you both sat in the fading light of the setting sun, the sound of waves crashing rhythmically against the shore. "I'll do it." Gojo snapped his head toward you, disbelief clouding his expression. Had he imagined those words? A blind girl, of all people, promising to protect him-the honored one? You opened your misty eyes, turning toward him with fierce determination. "I said, I'll do it." ˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀ Your small world was a delicate balance of scents, sounds and silence. After losing your vision as a child, you were bound to a humble life with your mother, tending to a family owned flower shop. Living by routine, your days were made up of growing, arranging and selling flowers. It was nice, easy... predictable. However on one fateful day your life suddenly wasn't so simple. ₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊ ❀ Blind Reader ❀ Slow Burn ❀ Lots of fluff ❀ Pre-JJK