𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 (𝓖𝓸𝓳𝓸 𝔁 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻)

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(tiny cut before gojo meets up with y/n lmao i didn't know how to link this chapter with the other one so i had to delete a big chunk of chapt 1 ughh)

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𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝟯 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀, Gojo sat in the teacher's office space, legs spread, twirling the studio's card between each of his delicate fingers.

Occasionally, he would let out a dramatic huff before tilting his head upwards to the ceiling, which went on for quite sometime.

Oasis. That was the name of the studio, printed in a bold purple font which sat in the middle of the paper. Gojo smiled to himself, finding the name quite fitting for the woman's workplace. A phone number was printed in a spaced font on the reversed side, with a translucent image of a clay hand reaching outwards underneath it. The white haired sorcerer could catch small whiffs of a vanilla scent from the cardstock, probably from clinging to y/n's pockets for so long. He made sure to inhale a deep breath on the card before exhaling, closing his eyes, deep in content. God, she smelled amazing.

"Gojo-sensei." The raven haired boy sitting opposite from him at the desk gave him a look. He had the misfortune of assisting his sensei with paperwork he desperately didn't want to do, and the constant sniffs seemed to be the student's last straw.

"Megumi," Satoru addressed him, trying to look as sneaky as possible. He casually raised the card to his face, making a whole show of squinting and oogling at words he was very well aware of since he'd stared at the damn thing hundreds of times.

The boy sighed, giving in. "What's that in your hands?"

Gojo gave him a smug grin, satisfied with his forced curiosity.

"This? It's just a card."

Megumi stared at him for a moment.

"...okay."

They sat in a silence Gojo was completely used to, given the fact that he knew the boy would begrudgingly question him again. He made a big show of sighing again, trying to hide the grin on his face as the boy looked upwards.

"What is the card for?" Megumi said monotonously, flipping the marked paper in front of him.

"Oh nothing-"

"-cool."

"Megumi-chan."

Gojo lifted the card too close to the boys face. "I met an artist two days ago in Tokyo. She was... I..."

His words trailed away as he recalled how ethereal y/n had looked in that gallery, how her sharp eyes held so much grace and history, how she could read him using those soft lips of hers encapsulated by that gloss he wanted to kiss so badly. Her body moved in fluid motions, always careful and precise-

"Gojo-sensei, you're practically drooling."

"Ah."

Megumi's long eyelashes drooped with boredom as he pushed the card out of his face.

"I'm gonna give it three days max."

Gojo whipped his head to the boy, retracting the card from his face. "So rude... must you always be so cold?"

He crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, trying to brush off Megumi's jab at his fling life. Gojo glanced to the side, feeling his shoulders slouch a bit. A minute passed, filled by the sound of ruffling papers on the ravenette's side of the table. Gojo pursed his lips and mumbled;

"It's gonna be different."

At this, the student perked up, surprised at Gojo-sensei's sudden seriousness.